Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

[Chorus: Gucci
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 you for the dope

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi for my sores
Flex all my ice on my
They love that bling when it
My triple-two shooter, he stay with that
do ya, do ya, if you act like you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she feelin'
Bitch, shut the fuck up, me father
New chain, look proper
Cartiers got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with 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 I get the dope
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

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks 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 love
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, bricks
they ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask 'bout my I say "All bitch"
a brick 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 long

[Chorus: Gucci
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 touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 3: Life]
Dash, fast, pull up in that gas
kush out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, what? You me mad
Don't you ever make me mad
I've been cash, I've been gettin' that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a
Every time she just 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 getting and it go, and it go
always know we gon' blow
All these bitches know praying for
Sellin' that snort, snow on the
Got that 30, that 40, 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 down with 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 4: the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' the yola, Coca-Cola
the block with the cola
Look at my it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm keep on jiggin'
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
Young nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she foreign? me top now
Ayy, I just stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch make her go
You that ho, you trippin'
out the bank with a bankroll
Wrist too

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I I beat this case
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