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 through the 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

going on with you, playa?
Let me you somethin', man
I'm ready to you about
Your life on one, look at here

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

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

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

Now you run the pot, me rock
Back on the block a few in the sock
Doing the heavy, in the Chevy
Scopin' his every move

Smooth and deadly, cool his
Probably get popped right in of the deli
The ghetto to mallon, his was heavy
His crew was to do whatevy

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

Swallow that [Incomprehensible]
Only thirteen, he know what it mean
But he lovin' the the American dream

His says stop, his father was hot
Couldn't just stop he coulda got shot
move him down south to straighten him out
And he's still selling by the big warmer house

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

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

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

was bad, she stayed on suspension
Hung around guys, she liked that
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 with no food or a phone
What you thinkin'? Your gon' be on

Party at house, people would come
Sippin' that scissor, them blunts
Underage kids could come and get
Did I hit it? Well, maybe just

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

What is the number that you'll ever do?
your looking for love and daddy ain't there to hug
And two is the number is as bad as one
When your hurtin' your soul thinking you're a feelin' at home but

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

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

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

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

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

Don't get mad 'cause I'm in this glory
And y'all rappers ain't go to for me
But right now, I guess the story's over, over

These are the thing we all go
everyday life just me and you
Don't feel bad, I you feel bad

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

are the thing 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 a story, tell a story

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