Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has gone out, responses come
And we bless God for our who's given God his life
Is there anything like to say on behalf?
saved an angel, Watch over my own
I not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32
They say gangsters pray - I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of struggles
We pray all the time to it out of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi!)
Real gangsters wanna be in the streets

Yeah, no dope on
That's only if you out here getting money
No dope on
You know the trap boomin' Monday
But no on Sundays
When you out here dirty, the day you do the laundry
No dope on
But any other day it's rain, sleet or

Nah, I ain't a nigga, just a nigga in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you
I'm talking like a couple keys, a mil', come fuck with me
Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is
Oh I heard you the lean, now that's not my cup of tea
But I can pull a few strings, let me my puppetry
Anything crack to puppy food
Why you think I with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation smooth
Brought a tool just in case these niggas in a mood
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that too
My rendezvous made the front page news, I like my hundreds
Chucking Jews, taking out of town on honeymoons
they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and said he a hundred cool
I "Let me hit my folks, but you know the only rule"

[Chorus: the Prynce]
No on Sundays
only if you really out here getting money
No on Sundays
You know the trap boomin' Monday
No on Sundays
When you out here dirty, the day you do the laundry
No on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, or sunny

I been in the streets since 16, ya
How many zips in a elbow is 16, ya
Niggas seem to forget how much clean I hid
Remember in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG pulled up on the in a wig
When you running from the feds, you can't be by the pigs
Y'all know all the things I seen and I did
Being in the game was never my dream as a kid
But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I go
Trip to Amsterdam, I a grandma netherland hoes
Boy I'm off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs
I'm all about the cream, I got Man goals
My dawgs just left the bando so hater, stand close
Before my up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
I'ma all year, so let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of America all the way to Road

No dope on

Lex Luger on the so what the fuck you think?

I the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips
of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip
Where the young niggas die, we live our the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to a fade if y'all lit

We was the type to shoot a dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at crib
Had the trap on Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't how good my face card is
Turned the Racetrack on Bouldercrest to a field
It's safe to say it's all real but all my is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the more times than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, time to save our kids
So our sons never have to live the way we all did
If you nigga, trap to send your daughter off to college
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get mother out the projects
If you nigga, trap to get yo' people out the streets
Oh you trapping just to be trapping? Oh you trapping for these
But if you a real nigga, do me one favor
And tell all my in Decatur
No on Sundays

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we our chips
of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip
Where the niggas die, we live our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to a fade if y'all lit

Started out trapping tryna get the new
Then I realized it did for them hoes
When I recognized what you did to nose
I couldn't justify I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I let it snow
Failed my religion, I let it go
Fell in addiction, I just the glow
See you don't need the drums you just talking what you know
See I seen, nigga snitching on the low
Niggas coming home, niggas out acting like you owe
The truth is you 'em but they putting on a show
You cash 'em out and validate to everyone they know
changing, it's hard for some to grow
And the conversations are no longer "Man, we to blow"
I wanna see you back up on your feet and fa' sho'
The whole city I've done enough so there's no mo'

I work the graveyard shift, how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I his KR, dip
Where the young niggas die, we live our days the
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if lit

I'm glad you gave me shit with like no drums.
I just wanted to, like, I was tryna make it as conversational as possible 'Cause it's conversation.
The Prynce, my nigga for life. Push

But Peter unto him,
Thy money perish thee
Because thou hast
That the gift of God may be with money
8:20