Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tales

Phat Money
SPM
Putting it down with that Phat Records
Dope Records
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This Ghetto Tales
you know about that?

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

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

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Im pushing weight to have it
is flat
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 stack green
And everything is far as bad when it comes to
I'm trying to a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no but these niggas got me f**ked up
I rather sit on streets see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday thing
And from the cells trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga big mar man
And shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made we from the heart of S.E.

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SPM baby sitting dope at the dead end
Fighting over with my motherf**king best friend
Used to be and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my pass out
Bad route was a path I
hoes
At I rose
I got cash and
the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and
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
Licensed cookie
That's my
Never have my in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no

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