Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has out, responses have come
And we bless God for our brother given God his life
Is anything you'd 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 night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this that we stuck in (CyHi!)
Real don't wanna be in the streets

Yeah, no dope on
only if you really out here getting money
No dope on
You the trap back boomin' 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 street nigga, just a nigga in the
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 is luxury
Oh I heard you want the lean, now not my cup of tea
But I can pull a few strings, let me my puppetry
Anything from to puppy food
Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation running
Brought a tool just in case these in a grumpy mood
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout gunplay too
My rendezvous made the front page news, I my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of town on
Leave they with they grandma so they go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and said he need a cool
I said "Let me hit my folks, but you 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 dope on
you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, or sunny

I been in the streets 16, ya dig?
How many in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to how much clean I done hid
Remember sneaking in the club 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 game was never my as a kid
But I got better plans though, ain't I can't go
Trip to Amsterdam, I tell a grandma hoes
Boy I'm off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs
I'm all the cream, I got Method Man goals
My dawgs just left the bando so hater, never close
my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
I'ma all year, so let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of all the way to Redan Road

No on Sundays

Lex on the beat so what the fuck you think?

I work the 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 catch a 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 and spray at y'all crib
Had the on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and 'em slang our shit
In y'all don't know how good my face card is
Turned the on Bouldercrest to a baseball field
It's safe to say it's all real but all my scars is all
'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, it's to save our kids
So our sons will never have to the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to send daughter off to college
If you nigga, trap to get your mother out the projects
If you trappin' nigga, to get yo' people out the streets
Oh you just to be trapping? Oh you trapping for these freaks?
But if you a real nigga, do me one favor
And all my partners in Decatur
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 die, we live our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a if y'all lit

Started out tryna get the new Bo's
Then I realized it did for them hoes
When I what you did to your 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 chased the
See you don't need the drums when you just what you know
See what I seen, snitching on the low
Niggas home, niggas out here acting like you owe
The truth is you love 'em but putting on a show
You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone they
Time's changing, it's hard for some to
And the are no longer "Man, we 'bout to blow"
I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa'
The whole city know I've done enough so no mo'

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

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

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