Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

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

damn near frozen, from a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the love no mo', and I feel
God when you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got more in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, 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, eats but me!'

Finally young thug turned pro
Used to show now he got nuttin' but hatred and foes
Five-double-O's, so deep
He the of nigga that got it and break down a key
me, J to the A, R U L E baby
Smell the beef, it continued to uhh, 'em Hell
they bodies with 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 know the game that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and your concealed

Listen up I got a story to
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' to hell
If out of my hands, I'll let time 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 city to city
From state to
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 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
you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it
Find yourself, turnin' broke into Divas

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

That's how a life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. we, 'bout it 'bout it
Then down to D.C. they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is nuttin' but the hot shit, here to Wisconsin'
Y'all can get it constant
It ain't hard that's pushin' dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, 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 hoes know the that we play 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 it's out of my hands, I'll let prevail
Listen up I got a to tell
Listen up I got a to tell