Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

Niggas,
'round
I got a story to
Hear this, this
Get the world

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

Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so
It pumpin' out the love no mo', and I feel that
'Cause God when you really need it, where the at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and
This lil' nigga 'bout to kill all for cash flow
His model, the heat, 'cause it runs streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

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

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

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

Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this we do
Hustle hard from to city
From to state
All my
Let me holla at

Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever
the two door, six-double-O off a raw
Show no love for loss since big eight be lucky
Number, we slammed of those in Kentucky
the currency comin', mo', diamonds
New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us
Once you, lived in luxury, you leave it
yourself, turnin' broke bitches into Divas

Can you this? In Cleveland we cuttin' these niggaz creepin'
Tie 'em on every block, 'til we down shop
So keep your glock cocked, one in the
Push the five series drop just in case we spit and spread
The be simply, we was in the Carribean
With two of our women friends sippin' and Henny
there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees
Fuck a couple of and spend some cheese

That's how a life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it it
Then to D.C. where they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is but the hot shit, from here 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 leave the with a story to tell

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

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