Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

Phat Records
SPM
Putting it with that Phat Money Records
Dope House
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto
you know about that?

(2Xs)
These are the tales, the Ghetto
Dope and life is hell, trying to stay out of

I'm rolling H-town South backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s me
In that Bourbon with the paint
For most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so
We a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me any of my homies die
All of a gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's gang bang clout
We pulled over I said me out bitch man?e of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here the Po-Po's
I told my niggax ?man I'll you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the to holla at my homie
Next you know the f**king haters roll up on me
Damn, how much can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a mother f**ker break
caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen is what I'm facing

(2Xs)

Im pushing trying to have it
Everything is
But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some
And is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no but these niggas got me f**ked up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass up
And serving fiends is an everyday thing
And from the chilling trying to have a nice day
And for 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these dreams
We made plus we from the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby sitting fiends at the dead end
Fighting over with my motherf**king best friend
to be broke and assed out
Now I buy that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a I chose
hoes
At I rose
I got cash and
From the crack I to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on and vogues
My ass gonna
I'm straight out of the
South Park you get your car washed for crumbs
But these is on a cookout
I to get took out
Three dollar for my look out
Licensed baker
That's my
have my dope in my own possession
Niggas selling in my domain
I sneak up from the back and you out with no pain

(2Xs)