Luyện nghe bài hát Story

Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was sittin' on the block the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose
Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, nigga Moose
nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get
I seen niggaz resist, some nigga
Be broke over this or pocket full of crispy
Dollar bills make nigga the steel
And most niggaz swallow a pill, know how that feel?

But back to the nigga, in back of the whip
With the windows half way down about to clap on some
And I'm rappin' and shit to this chick
It was fucked up, I got back to the whip
I'm but still got the gat and the clip
If them spit, I got to spit back at the whip
If it go down, whole back'll get ripped
And low down, real life theatrical shit

So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of
Said some Mary' maintain my patience
Oh shit, this nigga spit quick
I threw shorty and let off the whole clip
Then reloaded but holdin' the whip
In broad day, so niggaz witnessed the whole shit
Had to flee this is blasphemy
I a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me

This nigga Moose got from the caboose
Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick
My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin' with 40
I try to save the chick but the done lose shorty
Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her
Now shorty layin' of red, fuck it I'm fed
I'm tryna was it somethin I said
That got dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

I understand this man, he got a in his hand
The alone, this shit is bananas
My one was to hit him and run fam
But God saved my life, when he his gun jam
Time to leave but he still squeeze
Instead of tryna buy him time on his knees
Nigga please, you got no to buck up
that you 'bout to get shot the fuck up

Duke was but his stupid ways
Is the why I'm 'bout to twist Duke toupee
And squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no strays
Now we even but the like 6'2, what would you do?
I'm 'bout to out fox nigga
Son at 165, box this nigga
But what he know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I this nigga

But thoughts in my mind, tellin' me let it
So get in my ride and catch Duke another time
Just the block smoke a purple of choc
This heart stop, nigga died right on the spot
No bullshit, collapse on the block
Crack heads went in his slacks, hit him right in his
me the trouble, now my phone on bubble
Feds my line, like nigga condone the trouble
Walk out my motherfuckin' is a struggle
Fuck them pigs, I don't own no shovel, the fuck

Now all bullshit I done been through with this nigga
I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' on this nigga
nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is all on my ass
Like I did somethin' to this
Word to my mother, this shit is some real man
This nigga my motherfuckin' bitch
Now I'm runnin' around like motherfuckin' Ford
Like I'm some motherfuckin' fugitive or man

This is some real man
But I'ma ride shit out man
'Cause motherfuckin' bad boy