Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has out, responses have come
And we bless God for our who's given God his life
Is there anything like to say on behalf?
Lord saved an angel, Watch my own
I came not to call the righteous, but the to repentance. Luke 5:32
say gangsters don't 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 it out of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi!)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the

Yeah, no dope on
That's only if you really out here getting
No on Sundays
You know the back boomin' Monday
But no dope on
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 other day than I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, a mil', come fuck with me
Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is
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 I'm everywhere the money move
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation smooth
Brought a tool just in case 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 my hundreds blue
Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday
My hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool
I said "Let me hit my folks, but you the only rule"

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

I been in the streets since 16, ya
How zips 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 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 things I and I did
Being in the dope was never my dream as a kid
But I got plans though, ain't nowhere I can't go
Trip to Amsterdam, I tell a netherland 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 the bando so hater, never stand close
Before my partner up the Sig and you second-hand smoked
rain 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 shift, that's how we made 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 catch a fade if lit

We was the type to shoot a dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and at y'all crib
Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart,
I brought them bags to the hood and 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face is
Turned the Racetrack on 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 about my past, it's time to save our kids
So our sons will have to live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to your daughter off to college
If you nigga, trap to get your mother out the projects
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' people out the
Oh you trapping to be trapping? 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 shift, that's 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 trapping get the new Bo's
I realized what 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 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 just what you know
See I seen, nigga 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 to everyone they know
changing, it's hard for some to grow
And the conversations are no longer "Man, we to blow"
I wanna see you back up on your and that's fa' sho'
The whole city know I've done enough so 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 a fade if y'all 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.
The Prynce, my nigga for life. Push

But Peter unto him,
Thy money perish thee
Because thou thought
That the gift of God may be purchased money
8:20