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 put your pants on one leg at a time

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

the things we all go through
It's life for me and you
feel bad, I know you feel bad

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

Where can I Start at the part
Me at the part, playin' this
Provin' this role, on old
Just got fronted at eight for blow

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

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

Got juice but not tryin' to turn in the
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 working
Only thirteen, he ain't know it mean
But he lovin' the green the American

His momma stop, his father was hot
just stop 'cause he coulda got shot
They move him down south to him out
And he's still selling dope by the big warmer

But what you gon' do it's all up to you?
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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