Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has gone out, responses have
And we bless God for our brother given God his life
Is there anything you'd to say on behalf?
Lord saved an angel, over my own
I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. 5:32
say gangsters don't pray - I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we in (CyHi!)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the

Yeah, no dope on
That's only if you out here getting money
No on Sundays
You the trap back boomin' Monday
But 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

Nah, I ain't a street nigga, just a 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, hustle these, the cars we push is luxury
Oh I you want the lean, now that's not my cup of tea
But I can a few strings, let me work my puppetry
Anything crack to puppy food
Why you think I bank Chase? I'm everywhere the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation 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 made the front page news, I my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, strippers out of town on honeymoons
they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and he need a hundred cool
I said "Let me hit my folks, but you know the rule"

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

I been in the streets 16, ya dig?
How many zips in a elbow is 16, ya
Niggas seem to forget how much clean I hid
Remember sneaking in the with the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG up on the scene in a wig
you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the I seen and I did
Being in the game was never my dream as a kid
But I got plans though, ain't nowhere I can't go
Trip to Amsterdam, I a grandma 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 just left the bando so hater, never stand 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 America all the way to Road

No dope on

Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you

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 fade if lit

We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and at y'all crib
Had the on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta 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
'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul
But enough about my past, it's time to save our
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 just to be trapping? Oh you trapping for these freaks?
But if you a real trap nigga, do me one
And all my partners in Decatur
No on Sundays

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
Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit

Started out tryna get the new Bo's
Then I realized what it did for hoes
When I recognized you did to your nose
I justify 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 drums when you talking what you know
See what I seen, snitching on the low
Niggas coming home, 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 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 I've done enough so there's no mo'

I work the shift, that's how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I his KR, dip
the young niggas die, we live our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if lit

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

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