Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

(Intro)
Huh
Niggas already know what it is me man
G
We been making it very scary on blocks, No
RIP Ms.Afeni
Aye who in here with me 'Twan

(Verse 1)
I ain't no i just be with them
Fuck nigga better not me
I ain't pussy you gushing
I once realized upon a time i escaped demise
I possessed the of a lion
Looking homicide right down the
Murder,Blood,Money on my
Trapping selling dimes in a of fire
Shootouts day on the 9
So i rewind to those a thousand times
This the life i chose thats fine guess ima tote my
Through lifestyle we still smile
See who got the gat around the guys
Young niggas living and up wild
up man just to see who down to ride
Remember niggas couldn't outside
See clips straight blocks down to 5
Yes same routine everytime riding round mine 2
No gloves nawl we ain't throwing no guns
brand new Glocks, i might go to hell
When im smoking mary im a young 2Pac
50 guns everybody clipped and
I even know who shot
like nowadays everybody stretching world
Ending like the
Go and tight on my .357
Thinking am i going to go to heaven
I know my there , lord let me in
Yeah you know that'll be a
me with the demons all in hell scheming
It'll be just im back on Essex
Iced out on my necklace
War where im from had to learn none
attack or protect it
Al Capone "baby face" Nelson Biggie Smalls Pac

(Hook)
Come Me!
watched a Homicide
Run see
No where to run to now, we let them choppas ride
La dada dah
Come Me!
watched a Homicide
Run see
No to run to now, we gone let them choppas ride
La dada dah

(Verse 2)
down that barrel of that 40 caliber
You could see the of lucifer
Looking he coming after ya
I didn't the streets before feel like im on another chapter
But im in my city
Mo get shed then West Africa
Murders like the boston
Just day with my savages
Ducking chances went against
All them and averages
I was on the 8 block everyday up
Have my own lil .38
Me Crazy James, J dot, CJ, ten we be still on the 8 hot
W2FL had twitter going up hashtag the tape drop
I was in the streets 24 down no love
Lil herb a fuck if my face hot
What a nigga do to me who is he
No he ain't as me , murder on somebody nigga
If they shoot at me
And they say i ride im bone thugs and harmony
i start flowing with fluency
People asking me herbo how i remain
When niggas talking bout doing me
Focusing on the road, had to pull out some
A couple still talking sueing me
Young Pac in the flesh, on my waist
Gold chain on top of my
Hit'em up and as i get around my ambitionz
As a rider yall know the
My ambition as a rider in a S550
Flipping {?}
Do the strip like it matter
Anything for the cake around and take yo batter
And i use to have dreams of above the rim
On the court shooting but instead
I was on Essex me capo, and lil roc
jocks with the juice