Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Jahlil

Late night I done ran out of
Shit its only 12: 30, its still kinda
I pull up to the Texaco I hop out
I hit the blunt more and then put it out
Now as I the door, as I walk in this door
rushin to the front so the clerk empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and told him dont
Im hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we came for some swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man nigga might kill us
This of that motherfuckin scene out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so nervous you feel shittin
Then he let off a shot, but dude
And Im tryna text the homies Im stuck in some shit
Why them is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the and hall bags
I on the block, here come the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont work on my
I it to the crib and put the key in my house
Yelling to the homies as they on the couch
Im tryna tell em what happened but they say that Im it
Told em my nigga came into the store and start shit
These niggas think Im lyin but Im the truth
And if you believe me you can turn on the news
The the clerk dead at 3: 22
Come to find out he used to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to fuck with his
Crazy motherfucker, always in
Now he facing 35 with a defendant
Man and he aint coming home, its a for that nigga
As we spark up a blunt, who got the
Asked er what the we came to do, alright