Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

And shootin', I must be on top
(It's up here)
We coopin', we must be inta
Some hard type shit that a quarter mill a pop
It me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the cash, I so iconable
Cop the fast cars that with the trip tonic panel
I live the life that's filled the jealousy
Doomed from the start, like we born with a felony

the longevity, we in the place
Where best become enemies
And niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you for
I hope to God on a switchboard
I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You listen
See just my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm at the sky
it rain so I know the doves cry

Lord, do You me praying
I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm
It's my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it me wanna cry
I You can see what I'm saying
like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky to rain
That you and God in heaven poppin' champagne
And of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your trip with me

We was hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had fer like 3 days
And I can't forget you

We had dead body tap, we was than aye
And now I'm just I could see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it 'em yet?
And it's a shame because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God needed y'all
I think about the dream, saw how we were born
But now all I got is the memories of two great
That are dear of me

do You hear me praying
When I'm at the sky?
I You can hear what I'm saying
It's my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it makes me cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, like my, my, my

To you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a positive movin' through the stress
I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the
I'm way too much, I'm playin' death to close

I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' to court
For the petty little games I should avoid
But it's the calculator on how we make the chip
if I slip, it's a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes, you walk a mile?
Let the media you down and turn around and smile
I thank God that I'm alive to see a black
We 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit
ain't really even the best of it
You me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You me praying
I'm lookin' at the sky?
I You can hear what I'm saying
like my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it makes me cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's my, my, my, it's like my, my, my