Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm to holler is hard
From start, little nigga had a Hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' shit in his arms, broken
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, his world close in

Blood damn near frozen, a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the love no mo', and I feel
'Cause God you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got faith 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, it runs streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

Finally this young turned pro
Used to show love now he got nuttin' but hatred and
Five-double-O's, hoes so
He the of nigga 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, give 'em
Fill they bodies 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 hoes the game that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons

up I got a story to tell
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, niggas die for this shit we do
Hustle hard from 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
no love for loss since big eight be that lucky
Number, we eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin', mo',
New L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't it
Find yourself, turnin' broke bitches into

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

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. they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is nuttin' but the hot shit, from to Wisconsin'
Y'all can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like pushin' dope in the 5th
And just to get to God, go through Hell
And leave the world with a to tell

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

up I got a story to tell
I'm to God, know 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