Luyện nghe bài hát Story I Tell

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never on the road to riches
This the story I tell so you pay
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the road to
your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of

Remember the days with the pocket
Turned the bando to a hot pocket
It's a million in the corner pocket
I just share the rock like I'm Stockton
African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston
My niggas they got the nose on they guns, go about it
no need to talk about it
Megaton trucks, it weigh enough
Had to out the plug, he was switching up
You mad cause your do finger fucks
QC the label got mega
Gas off in the back of the bus
Say you trapping, really you got touchin' butts
This is the of the Hefty bags
You know that them ounces don't weigh

on the scale, man you never seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the road to
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You been on the road to riches
Take your pen and your pad cause you need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
When we Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga dabbin' first day of school

I a long way from dropping a visit
the plug for his riches
Wake up in the morning, I go the spatula
Walk in the kitchen and me a chicken
Her is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley
Benjamins that can pay your tuition
Lupe said that been discontinued
cup, a nigga still be sipping
Got a plug out in
Wrap it up, it to Finley
I trap out the bando, trap out the trap house
And whatever you with, we it
Came a way from that midget
Money than a midget
I keep the Mac a midget
Mama we us a milli, we did it
the negativity, fuck the critics

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never on the road to riches
This the I tell so you pay attention
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and fucking it
You never been on the road to
Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley fall in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we came from the
lived in the city, got mob ties
They that we came in with plenty juice
nigga just dabbin' first day of school

They hate that that start coming in
And I be too fresh, I call it double
I was on the block, you was on
Giuseppe stepping, and my they compliments
QC my label, and that's my
Supercharge my Bentley, I it Clark Kent
Me and my niggas the butter, margarine
Puffin' the martian, got Raris, I cut off the
Now it
You can catch a bullet in carcass
100 band juug, and you a part
I the plug off and we had a departure
You a story bout me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they my posture
Whipping babies, I'm not talking toddlers
Similac on baby ballers
Little babies get they call me stepfather

on the scale, man you never seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the to riches
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take that pot and fucking it
You never been on the to riches
Take your pen and your pad you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, y'all did it
They hate we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
hate that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school