Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's how a life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it it
Then down to D.C. they, cock it, pop it
up life is nuttin' but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin'
Y'all niggaz can get it
It ain't hard like pushin' dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'll go through
And leave the world with a story to

up I got a story to tell
On the streets we got guns and for sale
And you hoes know the game we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and 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 prevail
up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a to tell