Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

Phat Money
SPM
Putting it down with that Money Records
Dope Records
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This Ghetto Tales
What you know about

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These are the tales, the Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to out of

I'm rolling H-town South backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In that with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car why
we so
We left a funeral to see my homie's cry
It always hurt me when any of my die
All of a sudden gun rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' bang clout
We pulled over I said me out this bitch man?e of niggas finna get they wig split man
out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here the Po-Po's
I my niggax ?man I'll Catch you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the to holla at my homie
thing 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

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

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

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SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the end
Fighting sales with my motherf**king best friend
Used to be and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I
hoes
At I rose
I got and clothes
From the I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and
My ass gonna
I'm straight out of the
South where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these is on a cookout
I to get took out
dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed baker
That's my
Never have my dope in my own
Niggas selling cocaine in my
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no

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