Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

[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 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
love that bling when it blang
My triple-two shooter, he with that Ruger
do ya, do ya, if you act like you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted bitch back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the fuck up, call me
New diamond chain, proper
Gold Cartiers got me like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with gunmen and
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet just made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: 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 down the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten of gators, the kicks made of crocs
Snakeskin on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha what 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, bricks
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask 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 hope I touch down 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

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

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

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

Gucci 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 down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the