Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Jahlil

Late I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its still early
I pull up to the before I hop out
I hit the once more and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in this
Somebody rushin to the so the clerk empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and him dont move
Im hidin behind a king of thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just for some swishas
Im than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of
You know that when youre so nervous you feel like shittin
he let off a shot, but dude missed
And Im tryna text the homies like Im stuck in some
Why them niggas is Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to the pack and hall bags
I went on the block, come the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont work on my
I made it to the and put the key in my house
to the homies as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came the store and start shootin shit
These niggas think Im lyin but Im tellin the
And if you dont believe me you can on the news
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely 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 public
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for that
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er what the fuck we came to do,