Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

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

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

I'm rolling H-town South backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In Bourbon 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 gun shots rang out
I these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said me out this bitch man?e of niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you how the show goes
Somebody out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my ?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
Next thing you know the f**king roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a nigga take?
First chance I get a f**ker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is I'm facing

(2Xs)

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

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
Ain't paying no bills but these got me f**ked up
I sit on streets than see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an life thing
And from the cells chilling trying to have a day
And for this 420 life thing
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 to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa plus we from the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby sitting fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my best friend
Used to be and assed 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 to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and
My ass gonna
I'm straight out of the
South Park you get your car washed for crumbs
But laws is on a cookout
I to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my out
Licensed cookie
That's my
Never have my dope in my own
Niggas cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out no pain

(2Xs)