Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has gone out, responses come
And we God for our brother who's given God his life
Is there you'd like to say on behalf?
Lord saved an angel, Watch my own
I not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32
say gangsters don't pray - I beg to differ
We pray 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 wanna be in the streets

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

Nah, I ain't a street nigga, 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 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
Anything from crack to food
Why you think I with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my running smooth
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 the front page news, I like my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of on honeymoons
they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school
My hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool
I said "Let me hit my folks, but you know the rule"

[Chorus: the Prynce]
No on Sundays
That's only if you really out here money
No dope on
You know the trap back Monday
No dope on
you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No dope on
But any other day it's rain, sleet or

I been in the since 16, ya dig?
How many in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to forget how much I done hid
Remember sneaking in the club the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG pulled up on the in a wig
When you running from the feds, you be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the 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 living off my art I'm selling Van Goghs
I'm all about the cream, I got Method Man
My dawgs just left the bando so hater, never close
Before my up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
rain all year, so let the weatherman know
In all the of America all the way to Redan Road

No on Sundays

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 our days 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 and come and spray at y'all crib
Had the on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In y'all don't know 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 scars is all
I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, it's time to our kids
So our sons will never to live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to send your daughter off to
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get your mother out the
If you trappin' nigga, to get yo' people out the streets
Oh you trapping just to be 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, how we made 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 a fade if y'all lit

out trapping 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 what I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I just let it
my religion, I couldn't let it go
Fell in addiction, I chased the glow
See you don't need the when you just talking 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 'em out and validate to everyone they know
Time's changing, it's hard for some to
And the conversations are no "Man, we 'bout to blow"
I wanna see you up on your feet and that's fa' sho'
The whole city know done enough so there's no mo'

I work the graveyard shift, 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 catch a if y'all lit

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

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