Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

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

(Verse 1)
I no killer i just be with them
Fuck nigga better not me
I ain't pussy leave you
I once realized upon a time i escaped demise
I possessed the heart of a
homicide right down the eyes
Murder,Blood,Money on my
Trapping dimes in a line of fire
Shootouts day on the 9
So i could to those a thousand times
This the life i chose thats fine guess ima tote my
Through this lifestyle we smile
See who got the rawest gat the guys
Young niggas living and grew up
Walk up man just to see who down to
niggas couldn't come outside
See clips straight through down to 5
Yes same routine everytime riding round 2 Glocks
No gloves hell nawl we ain't throwing no
These brand new Glocks, i might go to
When im mary nigga im a young 2Pac
50 guns everybody clipped and
I dont even know who
like nowadays everybody stretching world
Ending the Armageddon
Go and hold on my .357
Thinking am i still to go to heaven
I know my there , lord let me in
you know that'll be a blessing
Send me the demons all in hell scheming
be just like im back on Essex
Iced out whores on my
War where im from had to none less
attack or protect it
Al Capone "baby face" Biggie Smalls Pac Resurrection

(Hook)
Come Me!
watched a Homicide
Run see
No to run to now, we gone let them choppas ride
La dadadada dah
Come Me!
Never watched a
Run see
No where to run to now, we gone let them choppas
La dada dah

(Verse 2)
Looking that barrel of that 40 caliber
You could see the ghost of
like he coming after ya
I need the streets before feel like im on another chapter
But everytime im in my
Mo blood get shed West Africa
like the boston massacre
Just another day with my
Ducking penitentiary chances against
All odds 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 nights no love
Lil give a fuck if my face hot
What a gone do to me who is he
No he ain't true as me , on somebody nigga
If ever shoot at me
And they say i ride like im thugs and harmony
i start flowing with fluency
People me herbo how i remain humble
When niggas talking bout doing me
Focusing on the road, had to pull out shows
A couple still talking sueing me
Pac in the flesh, Glock on my waist
Gold chain on top of my
Hit'em up and soon as i get around my
As a rider know the rest
My as a rider in a black S550
Flipping {?}
Do the like it dont matter
Anything for the cake fuck and take yo batter
And i use to have of being above the rim
On the court shooting hoops but
I was on Essex me capo, and lil roc
Toted with the juice