Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & 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 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 2: Lil
Thank you my
Fendi for my sores
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 bitch back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, the fuck up, call me father
New chain, look proper
Gold Cartiers got me looking a robber
in the studio, with gunmen and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old hate Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[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

2: P. Reign]
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks of crocs
band on the watch
Just a new mink and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got love
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just blew ten G's on Jet
All kicks, flawless
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When ask 'bout 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 list

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Rich the
nigga, I'm playin' with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the with the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' keep on
Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was
rich nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she Give me top now
Ayy, I just can't stop... six
Fuck bitch make her go missin'
You cuffin' ho, you trippin'
out the bank with a bankroll
Wrist too

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