Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi for my sores
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 you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted bitch back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the up, call me father
New diamond chain, look
Gold got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with gunmen and
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet just made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Gucci
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 down 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 made of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha what an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got love
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all about the
Just ten G's on Jet Li's
All kicks, bricks
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
they ask 'bout my clique 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 hope I get the
I hope I this case
I hope I touch 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

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

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

4: Rich the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the block the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
we winnin', I'ma keep on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' keep on
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
rich 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 that ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank with a
Wrist too

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