Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

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

(2Xs)
These are the tales, the Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, 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 candy
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car why
we so
We left a funeral to see my mamma cry
It always me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun rang out
I these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I me out this bitch man?e of these 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
around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the haters roll up on me
Damn, how hating can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a mother finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is what I'm

(2Xs)

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

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some
And everything is far as bad when it to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and
paying no bills but these niggas got me f**ked up
I rather sit on streets see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life
And from the cells trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex thing
I got the skills to hit a from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the
Come watch my tongue wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We made plus we from the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my motherf**king best
Used to be and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife out
Bad route was a I chose
hoes
At last I
I got and clothes
From the crack I to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on and vogues
My ass gonna
I'm out of the slums
South Park where you get car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a
I to get took out
Three pieces for my look out
cookie baker
That's my
Never have my in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my
I sneak up from the and take you out with no pain

(2Xs)