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 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 thank you for the

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi band-aid for my
all my ice on my whores
They love that when it blang
My shooter, he stay with that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with and robbers
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas Boat, the new hip-hop
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 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

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks of crocs
Snakeskin band on the
bought a new mink and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha what an elephant does
heavy, we got elephant love
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
they 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," it's a list

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
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 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, I've been gettin' 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, I'll flex on you
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for hoes
been getting money and it go, and it go
Everybody always we gon' blow
All these bitches know for blow
Sellin' that snort, snow on the
Got that 30, that 40, ever act up

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

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

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