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 same thing on days, man
Don't act like you like 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 on this one, look at here

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

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

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

Now you run the pot, me rock
on the block with a few in the sock
Doing the heavy, cops in the
Scopin' his every 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 juice but not tryin' to in the power
burnin' 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 ain't what it mean
But he lovin' the the American dream

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

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

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

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

Jenny was bad, she stayed on
Hung around guys, she liked that
Give her an honorable mention
He wrote her letters while he was in

ain't home, momma was gone
Working them doubles, now she all
Stuck at the crib with no or a phone
you thinkin'? Your girl gon' be on

Party at house, people would come
Sippin' scissor, hitten them blunts
Underage kids could come and get
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 gettin' two a week singin'

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

These are the thing we all go
It's everyday 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

is starting to get old
Got me like a whales in fish bowl
When the where summers can get cold
When [Incomprehensible] home is gonna get stole

Everybody and momma got bad credit
It matter, we ball like we athletic
On the run from the till we asthmatic
In a house a bill [Incomprehensible]

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

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

are the thing we all go through
It's life just me and you
feel bad, I know you feel bad

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

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

that happen everyday
Around the world or 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