Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

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

2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my
Fendi band-aid for my
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 you 'bout it
Winnin' a with Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, look
Gold Cartiers got me looking a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with gunmen and
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old hate Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that just you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
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

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

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
I hope I touch down with the
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 3: Life]
Dash, fast, up in that gas back
Smokin' out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, You made me mad
Don't you ever make me mad
I've been gettin' cash, I've been that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a
time she just wipe me down
Gon' and flex on me, niggas, I'll flex on you
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for hoes
I've been getting and it go, and it go
Everybody always know we gon'
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 I get the dope
I I beat this case
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch down the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 4: the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' with the yola,
Choppin' the with the cola
at my wrist it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
hatin', I'm gon' keep on jiggin'
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
rich nigga on the top now
Is she Is she foreign? Give me top now
Ayy, I can't stop... six bitches
Fuck bitch make her go missin'
You cuffin' ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank with a
too cold

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat 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