Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

Phat Money
SPM
Putting it down with Phat Money Records
Dope Records
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Tales
you know about that?

(2Xs)
These are the tales, the Ghetto
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to out of

I'm rolling South Park backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas got no car that's why
we so
We left a to see my homie's mamma cry
It always me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun rang out
I these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said me out this bitch man?e of these niggas get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the
I told my niggax ?man I'll you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to at my homie
Next you know the f**king haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young take?
First chance I get a mother f**ker finna
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell
Damn, a
months is what I'm facing

(2Xs)

Im pushing trying to have it
Everything is
But at the time I'm leaving niggas on their back
Up in the I'm trying to stack a little cream

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to some green
And everything is far as bad it comes to drama
I'm to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no bills but niggas got me f**ked up
I rather sit on than see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life
And from the cells chilling trying to a nice day
And for this 420 life thing
I got the skills to hit a from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal these ghetto dreams
We made plus we from the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the end
Fighting over sales with my best friend
to be broke and assed out
Now I buy that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I
hoes
At last I
I got and clothes
From the crack I to let you bastards know
dough sitting on glass and vogues
My ass gonna
I'm straight out of the
South Park you get your car washed for crumbs
But these is on a cookout
I used to get out
Three pieces for my look out
cookie baker
That's my
Never my dope in my own possession
Niggas cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the and take you out with no pain

(2Xs)