Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly two to the head
me God, the shit I'm 'bout to holler is hard
From start, this little nigga had a Hell of a
His pops, bangin' shit in his arms, broken
A mind distorted 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 close in

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

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

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

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

Shit, motherfuckin' die for this shit we do
Hustle hard from city to
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 love for loss big eight be that lucky
Number, we eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin', mo',
New clothes L.A. that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't it
yourself, turnin' broke bitches into Divas

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

That's how a boy's is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it it
down to D.C. where they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is nuttin' but the hot shit, here to Wisconsin'
niggaz 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 the world with a story to tell

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

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 story to