Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

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

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

the longevity, we in the place
Where friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the
You gotta watch you wish for
I hope to God on a switchboard
When I'm to say a prayer

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

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

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

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to
That must you and God in heaven poppin'
And speakin' of the shams, in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was first trip with me

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

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

Like chala, God musta needed y'all
I think about the street dream, saw how we were
But now all I got is the of two great soldiers
That are friends of me

do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the
I hope You can hear what I'm
like my, my, my

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

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

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

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

do You hear me praying
When I'm at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm
like my, my, my

I'm not really
But it me wanna cry
I know You can see I'm saying
It's my, my, my, it's like my, my, my