Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

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

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

Finally this young turned pro
Used to love now he got nuttin' but hatred and foes
Five-double-O's, hoes so
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 bodies with shells and niggaz
With a to tell

Listen up I got a to tell
On the streets we got guns and for sale
'Cause you hoes know the game 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, know I'm to hell
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 from city to city
state to state
All my
Let me at y'all

Son in B'More, we scored more, ever before
the two door, six-double-O off a raw
Show no for loss since big eight be that lucky
Number, we eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin', mo',
New clothes L.A. hoes ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you leave it
Find yourself, turnin' broke bitches into

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

That's how a boy's is supposed to be
our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it 'bout it
Then down to D.C. where they, it, pop it
Listen up is nuttin' but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin'
niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like pushin' in the 5th Ward
And to get to God, I'll go through Hell
And leave the with a story to tell

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

Listen up I got a to tell
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' to Hell
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