Luyện nghe bài hát Story To Tell

Niggas,
'round
I got a story to
this, hear this
Get the whole

The bred, thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm 'bout to is hard
From start, this little nigga had a Hell of a
His pops, bangin' shit in his arms, broken
A mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got up North by Milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the
At the age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in

Blood damn near frozen, a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the love no mo', and I that
'Cause God when you need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and
This nigga 'bout to kill all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat, it runs streets
His motto, 'Nobody but me!'

Finally this thug turned pro
Used to show love now he got nuttin' but and foes
Five-double-O's, so deep
He the type of nigga that got it and down a key
Remember me, J to the A, R U L E
Smell the beef, it continued to uhh, 'em Hell
Fill bodies with shells and leave niggaz
a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to
On the streets we got and drugs for sale
'Cause you hoes know the that we play is real
your mind on the money and your weapons concealed

Listen up I got a story to
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time
up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to

Shit, motherfuckin' die for this shit we do
Hustle from city to city
From state to
All my
Let me at y'all

Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever
the two door, six-double-O off a raw
Show no love for since big eight be that lucky
Number, we slammed of those in Kentucky
the currency comin', mo', diamonds
New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us
Once you, lived in luxury, you leave it
Find yourself, turnin' broke bitches into

Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin' these niggaz
Tie 'em on every block, 'til we shut down
So keep your cocked, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta and spread
The alibi be simply, we was in the
With two of our women friends sippin' and Henny
there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees
Fuck a couple of and spend some cheese

That's how a life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, it 'bout it
Then down to D.C. they, cock it, pop it
Listen up life is but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin'
niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like pushin' dope in the 5th
And just to get to God, go through Hell
And leave the world with a story to

Listen up I got a to tell
On the streets we got and drugs for sale
And you hoes know the game that we is real
Keep your mind on the money and your concealed

up I got a story to tell
I'm prayin' to God, I'm goin' to Hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time
Listen up I got a to tell
up I got a story to tell