Luyện nghe bài hát Tell a Story

This is life, yo
You got ups and you got downs, man
You got and you got ups
We all go the same thing on different days, man
Don't act like you ain't me
What, you don't put your on one leg at a time

What's going on with you,
Let me you somethin', man
I'm ready to tell you
Your on this one, look at here

the things we all go through
It's everyday for me and you
Don't feel bad, I you feel bad

Things that happen
Around the world or your way
We just just a story, tell a story

Where can I start? Start at the
Me at the part, this part
this role, waitin' on old
Just got fronted at eight for that

Now you run the pot, me rock
Back on the block with a few in the
Doing the heavy, cops in the
his every move already

Smooth and deadly, cool his
Probably get popped in front of the deli
The to mallon, his tools was heavy
His crew was ready to do

Got but not tryin' to turn in the power
Ain't burnin' the pot, now you me rock
Chop, drop, swap, we cop, chop, drop, swap, we cop
Chop, stop, you pop, we

that working [Incomprehensible]
Only thirteen, he ain't know it mean
But he the green the American dream

His momma stop, his father was hot
Couldn't just stop 'cause he got shot
They move him south to straighten him out
And he's still selling dope by the big warmer

But what you gon' do when it's all up to
Stuck in this cell nothing to do
But a story, tell a story

are the things we all go through
It's everyday for me and you
Don't feel bad, I know you bad

Things that everyday
Around the or around your way
We just tell a story, tell a story

Jenny was bad, she stayed on
Hung around guys, she liked attention
Give her daddy an mention
He wrote her letters he was in prison

Brother home, momma was gone
Working them doubles, now she all
Stuck at the crib no food or a phone
you thinkin'? Your girl gon' be on

Party at Jam's house, people come
that scissor, hitten them blunts
Underage could come and get drunk
Did I hit it? Well, maybe once

She had a boyfriend, they was in
He had a job, he was the
shit's on the streets
Now she two letters a week singin'

What is the loneliest number you'll ever do?
When your looking for love and daddy there to hug
And two is the number is as bad as one
When your hurtin' your soul you're makin' a feelin' at home but

are the thing we all go through
It's everyday for me and you
Don't feel bad, I you feel bad

Things that everyday
Around the world or your way
We just a story, tell a story

is starting to get old
Got me feelin' a whales in fish bowl
When the city where summers can get
[Incomprehensible] your home is gonna get stole

Everybody and your got bad credit
It don't matter, we ball like we
On the run from the cops we asthmatic
In a with a bill [Incomprehensible]

This ain't but life for ghetto youths
I'm writing spitting this little booth
If I lie, I still mix it with truth
When I go down, nigga, I'm proof

Don't get mad 'cause I'm stuck in this
And rappers ain't go nothing to for me
But now, I guess the story's over, story's over

These are the we all go through
It's life just me and you
Don't feel bad, I know you bad

Things happen everyday
the world or around your way
We just a story, tell a story

These are the thing we all go
It's everyday for me and you
Don't feel bad, I know you bad

Things that everyday
the world or around your way
We just a story, tell a story

Ryhmefest, a of records, man
We this story for you
it down, Chicago, ma, ya
We just tell a story, nigga, don't
We here