Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Mane & Yvng 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 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

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi band-aid for my
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? Bitch I it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold Cartiers got me looking a robber
in the studio, with gunmen and robbers
But ayy what it do,
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 I get the dope
I hope I beat 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

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten of gators, the kicks made of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs what an elephant
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a page out of and ran off on the plug
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 ask 'bout 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," a long list

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

3: Fa$t Life]
Dash, fast, pull up in gas back
kush out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, what? You me mad
you ever gon' make me mad
I've been gettin' cash, I've gettin' that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo on a cap-me-down
Every she just wipe me down
and flex on me, niggas, I'll flex 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
that snort, snow on the bluff
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 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 4: the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the block the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
Niggas hatin', I'm keep on jiggin'
Ayy, pulled up, my was missin'
Young nigga on the top now
Is she Is she foreign? Give me top now
Ayy, I just can't stop... six
your bitch make her go missin'
You cuffin' ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank with a
too cold

[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 down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the