Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has gone out, responses have
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 came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke
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 hell that we stuck in (CyHi!)
Real gangsters don't be in the streets

Yeah, no dope on
only if you really out here getting money
No dope on
You know the trap back Monday
But no on Sundays
When you out dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No dope on
But any other day rain, sleet 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 talking like a keys, want a mil', come fuck with me
Pounds of kush, hustle these, the cars we push is luxury
Oh I heard you the lean, now that's not my cup of tea
But I can pull a few strings, let me work my
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
Brought a tool in case these niggas in a grumpy mood
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that too
My rendezvous made the front page news, I like my hundreds
Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and said he need a 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 on Sundays
You know the trap back Monday
No on Sundays
When you out here dirty, this the day you do the
No dope on
But any other day it's rain, sleet or

I in the streets since 16, ya dig?
How zips in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to how much clean I done hid
sneaking in the club 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
Y'all don't know all the I seen and I did
in the dope game was never my dream as a kid
But I got better plans though, nowhere 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 stand
Before my partner up the Sig and you second-hand smoked
I'ma rain all year, so let the weatherman
In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan

No on Sundays

Lex on the beat so what 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
Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit

We was the type to a nigga 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 them bags to the and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't 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 is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul
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 send daughter off to college
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get mother out the projects
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' people out the
Oh you trapping just to be trapping? Oh you for these freaks?
But if you a trap nigga, do me one favor
And all my partners in Decatur
No dope on

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 fade if lit

Started out tryna get the new Bo's
Then I realized it did for them hoes
When I recognized what you did to your
I couldn't justify I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I let it snow
my religion, I couldn't let it go
Fell in addiction, I 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 here like you owe
The truth is you love 'em but they putting on a
You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone 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 fa' sho'
The whole city know done enough so there's no mo'

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 catch a fade if lit

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

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