Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Yvng
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 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 2: Lil
Thank you my
Fendi band-aid for my
all my ice on my whores
They that bling when it blang
My shooter, he stay with that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act like you it
Winnin' a beef Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the fuck up, call me
New chain, look proper
Gold Cartiers got me looking a robber
Chillin' in the studio, gunmen and robbers
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas hate Boat, the new
And I bet that just 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

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten of gators, the kicks made of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so Keisha weighs what an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
a page out of Plies and ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just blew ten G's on Jet
All kicks, flawless
they ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask my clique 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 list

[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

[Verse 3: Fa$t
Dash, fast, pull up in gas back
Smokin' out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, You made me mad
Don't you ever gon' 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
time she just wipe me down
Gon' and flex on me, niggas, I'll on you niggas
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for these
I've getting money and it go, and it go
Everybody always know we blow
All these bitches know for blow
Sellin' that snort, on the bluff
Got that 30, 40, don't ever act up

Gucci Mane]
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 with 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
Choppin' the block the cola
Look at my wrist on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
hatin', I'm gon' keep on jiggin'
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
Young nigga on the top now
Is she Is she foreign? Give me top now
Ayy, I just stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch make her go
You cuffin' that ho, you
out the bank with a bankroll
Wrist too

Gucci 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 with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the