Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & God]
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 beat this
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

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 stay with that
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, the fuck up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, gunmen and robbers
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old hate Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet just 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 down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the made of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so Keisha weighs what an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all the Benji's
blew ten G's on Jet Li's
All kicks, flawless
they ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When ask 'bout my clique I say "All bitch"
Bought a in New York, sold it in all nicks
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 hope I get the
I hope I beat 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 you for the dope

[Verse 3: Life]
Dash, fast, up in that gas back
Smokin' out that trashbag
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 bitch on a
Every time she wipe me down
and flex on me, niggas, I'll flex on you niggas
Got for these bitches, we pay for these hoes
I've been money and it go, and it go
Everybody know we gon' blow
All these bitches know for blow
Sellin' that snort, snow on the
Got that 30, that 40, don't 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

[Verse 4: the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' with the yola,
Choppin' the block the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
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 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 bank a bankroll
Wrist too

[Chorus: Mane]
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 with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope