Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

[Chorus: Gucci
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 down 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
They love that bling it blang
My triple-two shooter, he stay with Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act like you it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted bitch back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the fuck up, call me
New diamond chain, proper
Gold got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, gunmen and robbers
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that just you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat case
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 you for the dope

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs what an does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all about the
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"
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 long

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I 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 you for the dope

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

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

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

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