Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

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

2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my
Fendi for my sores
all my ice on my whores
They love that bling when it
My triple-two shooter, he with that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act like you it
a beef with Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she clouted
Bitch, the fuck up, call me father
New chain, look proper
Gold Cartiers got me looking like a
Chillin' in the studio, with gunmen and
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 down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the made of crocs
Snakeskin on the watch
bought a new mink and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so Keisha weighs what an elephant does
heavy, we got elephant love
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just ten G's on Jet Li's
All kicks, flawless
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
they 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 tell her "Whoa there," a long list

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat this
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 you for the dope

[Verse 3: Life]
Dash, fast, up in that gas back
Smokin' kush out that
dawg, oh my God, what? You made me mad
Don't you ever make me mad
I've gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo on a cap-me-down
Every time she wipe me down
Gon' and on me, niggas, I'll flex on you niggas
Got for these bitches, we pay for these hoes
I've been getting and it go, and it go
Everybody always we gon' blow
All these bitches know for blow
Sellin' that snort, on the bluff
Got that 30, that 40, don't act up

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

[Verse 4: Rich the
Young nigga, I'm playin' with the yola,
Choppin' the block the cola
at my wrist it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', keep on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm keep on jiggin'
Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was
Young nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she Give me top now
Ayy, I can't stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch make her go
You that ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank with a
Wrist too

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