Lirik Lagu Story To Tell - Ja Rule
X
TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Niggas, bitchesGather 'roundI got a story to tellHear this, hear thisGet the whole world
The Swatch bredThoroughbred, shockingly took two to the headKnowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hardFrom start, this little nigga had a hell of a heartHis pops, bangin that shit in his arms, brokenA young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?His brother got murdered up North by milletasMa-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colonAt the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close inBlood damn near frozen, from a heart so coldIt ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel thatCuz God when you really need it, where the love at?That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gatFreeze that like a photo, take it with you and knowThis lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flowHis role model, the heat, cause it runs streetsHis motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'Finally this young thug turned proUsed to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foesFive-double-oh's, hoes so deepHe the type of nigga that got it and break down a keyRemember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E babySmell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hellFill they bodies with shells and leave niggazwith a story to tell, uh-huh
Listen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleCause you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed
Listen up I got a story to tellI'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hellIf it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huhListen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell
*shot gun shoots*
Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shitWe doHustle hard from city to city>From state to stateAll my niggasLet me holla at y'all
Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever beforeCopped the two door, six-double-oh off a rawShow no love for loss since big eight be that luckyNumber, we slammed eight of those in KentuckyKept the currency comin, mo', diamondsNew clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us prontoOnce you, lived in luxury, you can't leave itFind yourself, turnin broke bitches into divasCan you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepinTie em on every block, til we shut down shopSo keep your glock cocked, one in the headPush the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spreadThe alibi be simply, we was in the CarribeanWith two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny>From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow treesFuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheeseThat's how a boy's life is supposed to beMake our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout ItThen down to D.C. where they, cock it pop itListen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to WisconsinY'all niggaz can get it constantIt ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th WardAnd just to get to God, I'll go through hellAnd leave the world with a story to tell, heh
Listen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleAnd you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh
Listen up I got a story to tellI'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hellIf it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevailListen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell...
The Swatch bredThoroughbred, shockingly took two to the headKnowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hardFrom start, this little nigga had a hell of a heartHis pops, bangin that shit in his arms, brokenA young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?His brother got murdered up North by milletasMa-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colonAt the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close inBlood damn near frozen, from a heart so coldIt ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel thatCuz God when you really need it, where the love at?That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gatFreeze that like a photo, take it with you and knowThis lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flowHis role model, the heat, cause it runs streetsHis motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'Finally this young thug turned proUsed to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foesFive-double-oh's, hoes so deepHe the type of nigga that got it and break down a keyRemember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E babySmell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hellFill they bodies with shells and leave niggazwith a story to tell, uh-huh
Listen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleCause you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed
Listen up I got a story to tellI'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hellIf it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huhListen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell
*shot gun shoots*
Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shitWe doHustle hard from city to city>From state to stateAll my niggasLet me holla at y'all
Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever beforeCopped the two door, six-double-oh off a rawShow no love for loss since big eight be that luckyNumber, we slammed eight of those in KentuckyKept the currency comin, mo', diamondsNew clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us prontoOnce you, lived in luxury, you can't leave itFind yourself, turnin broke bitches into divasCan you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepinTie em on every block, til we shut down shopSo keep your glock cocked, one in the headPush the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spreadThe alibi be simply, we was in the CarribeanWith two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny>From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow treesFuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheeseThat's how a boy's life is supposed to beMake our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout ItThen down to D.C. where they, cock it pop itListen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to WisconsinY'all niggaz can get it constantIt ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th WardAnd just to get to God, I'll go through hellAnd leave the world with a story to tell, heh
Listen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleAnd you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh
Listen up I got a story to tellI'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hellIf it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevailListen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell
Listen up I got a story to tell...
