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 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 with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi band-aid for my
all my ice on my whores
They that bling when it blang
My triple-two shooter, he stay with that
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold Cartiers got me looking a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old niggas hate Boat, the new
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 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: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks of crocs
Snakeskin band on the
Just a new mink and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much weighs what an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got love
a page out of Plies and ran off on the plug
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"
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 tell her "Whoa there," it's a long

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat this
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
dawg, oh my God, what? You made me mad
Don't you ever make me mad
I've been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that 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 bitches, we pay for these hoes
I've been getting and it go, and it go
Everybody always know we blow
All these bitches praying for blow
Sellin' that snort, on the bluff
Got 30, that 40, don't ever act up

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat case
I hope I touch 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 4: Rich the
nigga, I'm playin' with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the block with the
Look at my wrist on Polo
Yeah we winnin', keep on winnin'
hatin', I'm gon' keep on jiggin'
Ayy, pulled up, my was missin'
rich nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she foreign? me top now
Ayy, I just can't stop... six
Fuck your bitch her go missin'
You cuffin' ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank a bankroll
Wrist too

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