Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

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

Blood damn frozen, from a heart so cold
It pumpin' out the love no mo', and I feel that
'Cause God you really 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
lil' nigga 'bout to kill all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat, 'cause it streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

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

Listen up I got a story to
On the streets we got and drugs for sale
'Cause you hoes know the game that we play is
Keep your 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, I'll let prevail
up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a to tell

Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this we do
hard from city to city
From to state
All my
Let me at y'all

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

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

That's how a life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it it
Then down to D.C. where they, 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 pushin' in the 5th Ward
And to get to God, I'll go through Hell
And leave the world with a to tell

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

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