Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the
Knowledge me God, the I'm 'bout to holler is hard
From start, this little had a Hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that shit in his arms,
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an
His brother got murdered up by Milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world 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 need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in gat
Freeze like a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' nigga to kill all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat, it runs streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

Finally young thug turned pro
Used to show love now he got nuttin' but and foes
Five-double-O's, so deep
He the type of that got it and break 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
a story to tell

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

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

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

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

Can you believe this? In we cuttin' these niggaz creepin'
Tie 'em on every block, we shut down shop
So keep your glock cocked, one in the
Push the five series drop in case we gotta spit and spread
The be simply, we was in the Carribean
two of our women friends sippin' Remy and Henny
From there we'll flow, to the Florida and blow trees
Fuck a of hoes 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 is nuttin' but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin'
Y'all can get it constant
It ain't hard like pushin' dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'll go Hell
And leave the world a story to tell

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