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 like to say on behalf?
Lord saved an angel, over my own
I not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32
They say gangsters don't pray - I beg to
We pray every night, we pray every night to it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell we stuck in (CyHi!)
gangsters don't wanna be in the streets

Yeah, no dope on
That's only if you really out here 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 on Sundays
But any other day rain, sleet or sunny

Nah, I a street nigga, just 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 hustle these, the 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 the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation running
Brought a tool just in case these niggas in a grumpy
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout gunplay too
My rendezvous made the front 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 nigga hit my 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 getting money
No dope on
You the trap back boomin' 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, or sunny

I been in the since 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 with the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG pulled up on the in a wig
When you running the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
don't know all the things I seen and I did
Being in the dope game was my dream as a kid
But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I go
Trip to Amsterdam, I tell a netherland hoes
Boy I'm living off my art like I'm Van Goghs
I'm all the cream, I got Method Man goals
My dawgs left the bando so hater, never stand close
Before my partner up the Sig and leave you smoked
I'ma all year, so let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of all the way to Redan Road

No dope on

Lex Luger on the beat so the fuck you think?

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

We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that 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 bags 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 safe to say all real but all my scars is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the back more than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, it's time to save our
So our sons never have to live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to your daughter off to college
If you trappin' nigga, to get your mother out the projects
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 trap nigga, do me one favor
And tell all my partners in
No dope on

I work the graveyard shift, 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

Started out trapping tryna get the new
Then I realized it did for them hoes
When I recognized you did to your nose
I couldn't justify I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I just let it
my religion, I couldn't let it go
Fell in addiction, I just the glow
See you don't need the drums when you 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 'em but they putting on a show
You gotta cash 'em out and to everyone they know
Time's changing, it's hard for 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 know I've done enough so there's no mo'

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 our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to a fade if y'all lit

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

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