Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has out, responses have come
And we bless God for our brother who's given God his
Is there anything you'd like to say on
Lord an angel, Watch over my own
I came not to call the righteous, but the to repentance. Luke 5:32
They say gangsters pray - 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 wanna be in the streets

Yeah, no on Sundays
That's if you really 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 rain, sleet or sunny

Nah, I ain't a street nigga, just a in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you
I'm like a couple keys, want a mil', come fuck with me
of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is luxury
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 from crack to puppy
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 they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that too
My rendezvous made the page news, I like my hundreds blue
Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to school
My nigga hit my phone and said he need a hundred
I "Let me hit my folks, but you know the only rule"

CyHi the Prynce]
No dope on
That's only if you really out here money
No dope on
You know the trap back boomin'
No on Sundays
When you out here dirty, the day you do the laundry
No dope on
But any other day rain, sleet or sunny

I been in the since 16, ya dig?
How many zips in a is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to forget how much I done hid
Remember in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG up on the scene in a wig
When you from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't all the things I seen and I did
in the dope game was never my dream as a kid
But I got better though, ain't nowhere I can't 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 Method Man
My dawgs left the bando so hater, never stand close
my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
I'ma rain all year, so let the know
In all the ghettos of all the way to Redan Road

No dope on

Lex Luger on the beat so what the you think?

I work the shift, that's how we made our chips
of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip
Where the niggas die, we live our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm to catch 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 at y'all crib
Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart,
I brought them to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how my face card is
Turned the Racetrack on to a baseball field
It's safe to say all real but all my scars is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul
But about my past, it's time to save our kids
So our will 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 your mother out the
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 trap nigga, do me one
And tell all my partners in
No dope on

I the graveyard shift, that's how we made 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 a fade if y'all lit

out trapping tryna get the new Bo's
Then I what it did for them hoes
When I what you did to your nose
I couldn't what I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I let it snow
my religion, I couldn't let it go
Fell in addiction, I just chased the
See you don't need the drums when you just what you know
See what I seen, nigga on the low
Niggas coming home, niggas out here like you owe
The is you love 'em but they putting on a show
You gotta 'em out and validate to everyone they know
Time's changing, hard for some to grow
And the conversations are no "Man, we 'bout 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 the graveyard shift, that's how we made 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

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

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