Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

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

Blood damn frozen, from a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the no mo', and I feel that
'Cause God you really need it, where the love at?
why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' nigga 'bout to kill all comers for flow
His role model, the heat, 'cause it streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

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

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

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

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

Son in B'More, we scored more, ever before
the two door, six-double-O off a raw
Show no love for loss big eight be that lucky
Number, we eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin', mo',
New L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't it
Find yourself, broke bitches into Divas

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

That's how a boy's is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, it 'bout it
Then down to D.C. they, cock it, pop it
Listen up is nuttin' but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin'
niggaz can get it constant
It ain't that's like pushin' dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, go through Hell
And leave the world 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 game that we play is
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons

Listen up I got a to tell
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
up I got a story to tell