Luyện nghe bài hát Story I Tell

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

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

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never been on the road to
This the I tell so you pay attention
turkey, yeah 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 spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
the head on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, y'all did it
hate that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of

I a long way from dropping a visit
the plug for his riches
Wake up in the morning, I go grab the
Walk in the kitchen and me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my is a Bentley
Blue Benjamins that can pay your
Lupe said that Activis been
Double cup, a still be sipping
Got a plug out in
it up, ship it to Finley
I trap out the bando, don't trap out the house
And you with, we with it
a long way from that midget
Money taller a midget
I the Mac like a midget
Mama we us a milli, we did it
Fuck the negativity, the critics

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

They that that money start coming in
And I be too fresh, I call it mints
I was on the block, you was on
Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they
QC my label, and my establishment
Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Kent
Me and my spread the butter, margarine
the martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines
Now it
You can catch a bullet in carcass
100 juug, and you wasn't a part
I took the off and we had a departure
You a story bout me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they digging my
babies, I'm not talking bout toddlers
Similac on these baby
Little babies get they call me stepfather

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