Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

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

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

I'm rolling South Park backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car why
we so
We a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my die
All of a sudden gun shots out
I guess these young G's plexin' bang clout
We pulled over I me out this 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 my niggax ?man I'll Catch you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed the corner 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 finna
caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is I'm facing

(2Xs)

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

I'm chasing me and we trying to stack some green
And is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm trying to make a cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no bills but niggas got me f**ked up
I sit on streets than see my ass locked 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 from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the
watch my tongue twist 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 sitting dope fiends at the end
Fighting over sales with my motherf**king friend
to be broke and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife out
Bad was a path I chose
Blasting
At I rose
I got cash and
the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough on glass and vogues
My ass show
I'm straight out of the
South Park you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a
I to get took out
dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed baker
my profession
Never have my in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my
I sneak up from the back and you out with no pain

(2Xs)