Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

Niggas,
Gather
I got a story to
Hear this, this
Get the whole

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly two to the head
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm 'bout to holler is
From start, this nigga had a Hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an
His brother got murdered up North by
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the
At the age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in

Blood damn near frozen, a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the love no mo', and I feel
'Cause God when you really it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got faith in they gat
Freeze like a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' nigga 'bout to kill all for cash flow
His model, the heat, 'cause it runs streets
His motto, eats but me!'

Finally this thug turned pro
to show love now he got nuttin' but hatred and foes
Five-double-O's, so deep
He the type of nigga that got it and break a key
Remember me, J to the A, R U L E
Smell the beef, it to uhh, give 'em Hell
Fill they bodies with shells and niggaz
With a to tell

Listen up I got a story to
On the streets we got guns and drugs for
'Cause you hoes know the that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and weapons concealed

up I got a story to tell
I'm to God, know I'm goin' to hell
If it's out of my hands, let time prevail
Listen up I got a to tell
Listen up I got a to tell

Shit, niggas die for this shit we do
Hustle hard from city to
state to state
All my
Let me at y'all

Son in B'More, we more, than ever before
Copped the two door, off a raw
no love for loss since big eight be that lucky
Number, we slammed eight of those in
Kept the comin', mo', diamonds
New L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't it
yourself, turnin' broke bitches into Divas

Can you believe In Cleveland we cuttin' these niggaz creepin'
Tie 'em on every block, 'til we down shop
So your glock cocked, one in the head
Push the five series just in case we gotta spit and spread
The alibi be simply, we was in the
With two of our women sippin' Remy and Henny
From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and trees
Fuck a couple of hoes and some cheese

That's how a boy's is supposed to be
our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it 'bout it
Then to D.C. where they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is nuttin' but the hot shit, from to Wisconsin'
niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like pushin' in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'll go Hell
And the world with a story to tell

up I got a story to tell
On the we got guns and drugs for sale
And you hoes know the that we play is real
Keep your mind on the and your weapons concealed

Listen up I got a story to
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' to Hell
If out of my hands, I'll let time prevail
Listen up I got a to tell
Listen up I got a story to