Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

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

(2Xs)
These are the tales, the Tales
Dope sales and 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 the candy paint
For most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so
We left a funeral to see my mamma cry
It always hurt me any of my homies die
All of a gun shots rang out
I these young G's plexin' 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 strap you know how the goes
Somebody out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax ?man I'll Catch you later?t full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the to holla at my homie
Next thing you the f**king haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young take?
First chance I get a mother f**ker break
They caught me, now I'm in the cell pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is what I'm

(2Xs)

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

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack green
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 bills but these niggas got me up
I rather sit on streets see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday thing
And from the cells chilling to have a nice day
And for this 420 life thing
I got the skills to hit a from big mar man
And shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made plus we the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby sitting fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my best friend
Used to be broke and out
Now I buy Diamonds make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I
hoes
At last I
I got cash and
From the crack I sold to let you bastards
dough sitting on glass and vogues
My ass show
I'm out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for
But these is on a cookout
I used to get out
dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie
my profession
Never have my in my own possession
Niggas selling in my domain
I up from the back and take you out with no pain

(2Xs)