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 I beat 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 you for the dope

[Verse 2: Lil
Thank you my
Fendi band-aid for my
all my ice on my whores
They love that when it blang
My triple-two shooter, he stay with Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? Bitch I it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Cartiers 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 that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
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 thank you for the

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks made of
Snakeskin band on the
bought a new mink and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs what an does
Everybody heavy, we got love
Took a page out of 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 'bout my 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

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

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

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

4: Rich the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the with the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
Yeah we winnin', I'ma on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' keep on
Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was
rich nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she foreign? me top now
Ayy, I just stop... six bitches
Fuck your make her go missin'
You cuffin' ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank a bankroll
Wrist too

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