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 I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the to riches
Take pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we came from the
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we in with plenty juice
nigga just dabbin' first day of school

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

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred band juug, no you 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 never been on the to riches
Take your pen and your pad you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my spend it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of

I came a long way from dropping a
Finessing the for his riches
Wake up in the morning, I go the spatula
Walk in the and whip me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my is a Bentley
Blue Benjamins that can pay your
Lupe that Activis been discontinued
Double cup, a nigga still be
Got a out in Mississippi
it up, ship it to Finley
I trap out the bando, don't trap out the trap
And whatever you with, we it
a long way from that midget
Money than a midget
I keep the Mac a midget
we made us a milli, we did it
Fuck the negativity, the critics

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You been 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
Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna 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 Versace, then y'all did it
They that we came from the Northside
lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in with juice
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school

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

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You been on the road to riches
This the I tell so you pay attention
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You never on the road to riches
your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my 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
lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we in with plenty juice
Young just dabbin' first day of school