Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & God]
Huh
I'd to thank God
God on the wave!
Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
I I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my
band-aid for my sores
Flex all my ice on my
They love that bling it blang
My triple-two shooter, he stay that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act like you it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Cartiers got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old hate Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I this case
I I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks made of
Snakeskin on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a page out of and ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just blew ten G's on Jet
All kicks, flawless
they ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask my clique I say "All bitch"
a brick in New York, sold it in all nicks
My new ask who all hit (who you with?)
I tell her "Whoa there," it's a list

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I I beat this case
I hope I touch down with the
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch down the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 3: Fa$t
Dash, fast, pull up in that gas
Smokin' out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, You made me mad
Don't you ever gon' me mad
been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a
Every time she wipe me down
Gon' and flex on me, niggas, I'll flex on you
Got racks for bitches, we pay for these hoes
I've been money and it go, and it go
Everybody know we gon' blow
All these know praying for blow
Sellin' snort, snow on the bluff
Got that 30, that 40, ever act up

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I I beat this case
I hope I touch down with the
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch down the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 4: the Kid]
nigga, I'm playin' with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the block with the
Look at my it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' on jiggin'
Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was
Young rich on the top now
Is she Is she foreign? Give me top now
Ayy, I can't stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch her go missin'
You that ho, you trippin'
Walk out the with a bankroll
Wrist too

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat this
I hope I touch down the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope