Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

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

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

Nah, I ain't a nigga, just a nigga in the street
Any day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil', come with me
Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is
Oh I heard you want the lean, now not my cup of tea
But I can a few strings, let me work my puppetry
Anything from crack to food
Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation running
a tool just in case these niggas in a grumpy mood
Oh I heard 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that gunplay too
My rendezvous made the front news, I like my hundreds blue
Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids 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: CyHi the
No on Sundays
That's only if you really out here money
No on Sundays
You know the trap boomin' Monday
No on Sundays
When you out here dirty, this the day you do the
No dope on
But any day it's rain, sleet or sunny

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

No on Sundays

Lex Luger on the beat so the fuck you think?

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

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

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

Started out tryna get the new Bo's
I realized what it did for them hoes
When I recognized you did to your nose
I justify what I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I just let it
Failed my religion, I let it go
Fell in addiction, I just the glow
See you don't need the drums when you just what you know
See what I seen, nigga on the low
coming home, niggas out here acting like you owe
The truth is you 'em but they putting on a show
You gotta cash 'em out and validate to they know
Time's changing, 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 that's fa'
The whole city I've done enough so there's no mo'

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

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

But said unto him,
Thy money perish thee
Because thou hast
the gift of God may be purchased with money
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