Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the
me God, the shit I'm 'bout to holler is hard
From start, this nigga 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 up North by Milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world in

Blood damn frozen, from 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?
why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, it with you and know
This lil' nigga 'bout to kill all comers for cash
His model, the heat, 'cause it runs streets
His motto, eats but me!'

Finally this thug turned pro
Used to show love now he got but hatred and foes
Five-double-O's, hoes so
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 continued to uhh, 'em Hell
Fill bodies with shells and leave niggaz
With a story to

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

up I got a story to tell
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' 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 from city to city
From state to
All my
Let me at y'all

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

Can you believe this? In we cuttin' these niggaz creepin'
Tie 'em on every block, 'til we shut down
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 friends 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 boy's life is 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 nuttin' but the hot shit, from here to
niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like dope in the 5th Ward
And to get to God, I'll go through Hell
And leave the world with a story to

Listen up I got a story to
On the streets we got guns and drugs for
And you know the game 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, know I'm to Hell
If it's out of my hands, let time prevail
up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a to tell