Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

(Intro)
Huh
Niggas already know what it is 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 ain't no killer i be with them
nigga better not push me
I ain't leave you gushing
I realized upon a time when 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
broad day on the 9
So i could rewind to those a thousand
This the life i chose thats fine guess ima tote my
Through this we still smile
See who got the gat around the guys
Young niggas living and grew up
up man just to see who down to ride
Remember niggas come outside
See clips straight through blocks to 5
Yes same routine everytime riding round 2 Glocks
No hell nawl we ain't throwing no guns
These new Glocks, i might go to hell
When im smoking mary nigga im a 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 there , lord let me in
Yeah you know be a blessing
Send me the demons all in hell scheming
It'll be like im back on Essex
Iced out whores on my
War where im had to learn none less
attack or protect it
Al Capone "baby face" Nelson Biggie Pac Resurrection

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

(Verse 2)
Looking down that of that 40 caliber
You see the ghost of lucifer
Looking like he 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 another day my savages
Ducking penitentiary chances went
All odds and averages
I was on the 8 block posted 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 no love
Lil give a fuck if my face hot
What a gone 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
When i flowing with fluency
People asking me herbo how i remain
niggas stay talking bout doing me
Focusing on the road, had to pull out shows
A couple still 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 know the rest
My as a rider in a black S550
Flipping {?}
Do the strip like it dont
Anything for the fuck around and take yo batter
And i use to have dreams of above the rim
On the court shooting hoops but
I was posted on me capo, and lil roc
jocks with the juice