Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

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

(Verse 1)
I no killer i just be with them
nigga better not push me
I ain't pussy you gushing
I realized upon a time when i escaped demise
I possessed the of a lion
Looking homicide down the eyes
Murder,Blood,Money on my
Trapping selling dimes in a of fire
broad day on the 9
So i could rewind to a thousand times
This the life i chose thats guess ima tote my iron
Through this lifestyle we smile
See who got the rawest gat the guys
Young living and grew up wild
Walk up man just to see who down to
Remember niggas couldn't come
See clips through blocks down to 5
Yes routine everytime riding round mine 2 Glocks
No gloves hell nawl we ain't throwing no
brand new Glocks, i might go to hell
When im smoking nigga im a young 2Pac
50 guns everybody clipped and
I even know who shot
like nowadays everybody stretching world
Ending like the
Go and hold on my .357
Thinking am i still to go to heaven
I know my granny there , let me in
Yeah you that'll be a blessing
Send me with the demons all in hell
It'll be just like im back on
Iced out whores on my
War im from had to learn none less
Then attack or it
Al Capone "baby face" Biggie Smalls Pac Resurrection

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

(Verse 2)
Looking that barrel of that 40 caliber
You could see the of lucifer
Looking like he after ya
I need the streets before feel like im on another chapter
But everytime im in my
Mo blood get then West Africa
Murders like the massacre
Just another day my savages
Ducking chances went against
All odds and averages
I was on the 8 block everyday up
my own lil .38 cocked
Me Crazy James, J dot, CJ, Took ten we be on the 8 hot
W2FL had twitter going up hashtag when the drop
I was in the streets 24 nights down no
Lil herb give a if my face hot
a nigga gone do to me who is he
No he ain't true as me , murder on somebody
If ever shoot at me
And they say i like im bone thugs and harmony
When i start with fluency
People asking me how i remain humble
When niggas talking bout doing me
Focusing on the road, had to pull out shows
A still talking bout sueing me
Young Pac in the flesh, on my waist
chain on top of my vest
Hit'em up and as i get around my ambitionz
As a rider know the rest
My ambition as a 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 dreams of being the rim
On the court shooting hoops but
I was on Essex me capo, and lil roc
Toted with the juice