Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

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

The Swatch bred, thoroughbred, shockingly two to the head
Knowledge me God, the I'm 'bout 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 got murdered up North by Milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the
At the age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in

damn near frozen, from a heart so cold
It ain't out the love no mo', and I feel that
'Cause God when you really need it, where the at?
why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze like a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' nigga 'bout to kill all for cash flow
His role model, the heat, it runs 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, so deep
He the type of nigga that got it and down a key
Remember me, J to the A, R U L E
Smell the beef, it to uhh, give 'em Hell
Fill they bodies with and leave niggaz
a story to tell

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

Listen up I got a 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 to tell

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

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

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

Listen up I got a to tell
On the streets we got guns and for sale
And you hoes know the game that we 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 out of my hands, I'll let time prevail
up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to