Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

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

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

I'm rolling H-town Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s me
In that with the candy paint
For deep 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 me when any of my homies die
All of a gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' bang clout
We pulled over I said me out this bitch of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the goes
yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax ?man I'll Catch you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on
Bailed around the corner to at my homie
Next you know the f**king haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young take?
First chance I get a f**ker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the cell pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is what I'm

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

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

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SPM sitting dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my motherf**king friend
Used to be and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my pass out
Bad was a path I chose
Blasting
At I rose
I got and clothes
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 where you get your car washed for
But these laws is on a
I used to get out
Three pieces for my look out
Licensed baker
my profession
Never my dope in my own possession
Niggas cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out no pain

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