Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has out, responses have come
And we God for our brother who's given God his life
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 sinners to repentance. 5:32
They say don't pray - I beg to differ
We every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to 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 out here getting money
No dope on
You know the trap back boomin'
But no dope on
When you out dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, sleet or

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

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

I been in the streets since 16, ya
How many in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to how much clean I done 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 can't be seen by the
Y'all don't all the things I seen and I did
Being in the dope game was my dream as a kid
But I got better though, ain't nowhere I can't go
to Amsterdam, I tell 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 just the bando so hater, never stand close
Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand
I'ma rain all year, so let the know
In all the ghettos of all the way to Redan 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 fade if lit

We was the type to shoot a dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your and come and spray at y'all crib
Had the trap on 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 card is
Turned the Racetrack on to a baseball field
It's to say it's all real but all my scars is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the back times than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, it's time to our kids
So our sons never have to live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to send your daughter off to
If you trappin' nigga, to get your mother out the projects
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' people out the
Oh you trapping just to be Oh you trapping for these freaks?
But if you a real trap nigga, do me one
And tell all my partners in
No dope on

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we 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

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

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 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 make it as conversational as possible 'Cause it's conversation.
The Prynce, my nigga for life. Push

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