Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and
Here's a little story I got to
And dis goes on, again and again

I it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can and come with God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next

I often tweak I drives
How can a small town like have all these homicides?
Man, be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do mo' brothers sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's each other
It ain't cool, but you know black like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put some many
Different changes of the weather and all folks that do wrong
Seem like live forever

I wish I can rewind time, remember when we to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to cost a
around, talkin' about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and girl's booties

Boy, take shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the
And how come every time we get drunk bring up AIDS

Life is something you cant borrow and give
Here and gone tomorrow
Just like

Pat yo rats on yo back , patch rats on your back
Take some time out yo waltz , some time out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and
a little story I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again

Fetti is the key to end all woes
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti problems like guns and spears
fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey, like my
called him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like other
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a

See, when you're up, everybody wanna around
But when ya down, ain't out there to be found
If you love someone you tell 'em often
Ya know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

to my peoples up in jail
Ya 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell

a little story I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis goes on, and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin',
How did he get that

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how money you earn, enough
I own my own law

Don't a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
Khakis, and T-shirts
and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works,
Dude, you been kinda funny lately since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Wilson
Member three up

And this on, again and again
Dis goes on, and again
Ain't nothin' changed but the territory,
Same time, different day, different

a little story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again
a little story I got to tell