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 hope I get the
I hope I beat case
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

2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my
Fendi for my sores
Flex all my ice on my
They that bling when it blang
My shooter, he stay with that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
a beef 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, proper
Gold Cartiers got me like a robber
in the studio, with gunmen and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old niggas hate Boat, the new
And I bet that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

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

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten of gators, the kicks made of crocs
Snakeskin band on the
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much weighs what an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a out of Plies and ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just ten G's on Jet Li's
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, sold it in all
My new ask who all hit (who you with?)
I tell her "Whoa there," it's a list

Gucci Mane]
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

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

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

[Verse 4: Rich the
Young nigga, I'm playin' the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the with the cola
Look at my wrist on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm 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'
out the bank 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 down the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope