Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

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

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

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

(Verse 2)
Looking that barrel of that 40 caliber
You see the ghost of lucifer
like he coming after ya
I didn't need the before feel like im on another chapter
But everytime im in my
Mo blood get shed then Africa
Murders like the boston
Just day with my savages
Ducking penitentiary chances went
All odds and averages
I was on the 8 block everyday up
Have my own lil .38
Me James, J dot, CJ, Took ten we be still on the 8 hot
W2FL had twitter going up hashtag when the drop
I was in the streets 24 nights no love
Lil give 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 ever shoot at me
And they say i ride like im thugs and harmony
When i start flowing with
People asking me how i remain humble
When niggas stay talking bout me
Focusing on the road, had to out some shows
A couple talking bout sueing me
Pac in the flesh, Glock on my waist
Gold chain on top of my
Hit'em up and as i get around my ambitionz
As a rider yall the rest
My as a rider in a black S550
through {?}
Do the strip it dont matter
Anything for the cake around and take yo batter
And i use to have dreams of being the rim
On the shooting hoops but instead
I was posted on me capo, and lil roc
jocks with the juice