Luyện nghe bài hát Story I Tell

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never been on the to riches
This the 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 cause you gonna it
Trap money, me and my spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob
They hate that we came in with juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of

Remember the with the pocket rockets
Turned the bando to a hot pocket
It's a million dollars in the corner
I share the rock like I'm John Stockton
diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets
My they got the nose on they guns, that go about it
no need to talk about it
Megaton trucks, it don't weigh
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 weigh 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 story I so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take that pot and beat it
You been on the road to riches
Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley fall in it
When we dropped Versace, y'all did it
They hate that we came from the
Then lived in the city, got mob
They hate that we came in with plenty
Young nigga just first day of school

I came a long way from a visit
Finessing the for his riches
up in the morning, I go grab the spatula
Walk in the kitchen and me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a
Blue that can pay your tuition
said that Activis been discontinued
Double cup, a nigga be sipping
Got a plug out in
Wrap it up, it to Finley
I trap out the bando, don't out the trap house
And you with, we with it
Came a way from that midget
Money taller than a
I the Mac like a midget
Mama we us a milli, we did it
the negativity, fuck the critics

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
band juug, no you never hit it
You been on the road to riches
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking 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
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley 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
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just first day of school

They hate 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 compliments
QC my label, and that's my
my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent
Me and my spread the butter, margarine
the martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines
Now it
You can catch a in your carcass
100 band juug, and you a part
I took the plug off and we had a
You telling a bout me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they my posture
Whipping babies, I'm not bout toddlers
on these 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 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 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
When we Versace, then 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 dabbin' first day of school