Luyện nghe bài hát Now I Pray

Uh
(Yeah)
Gangsta,
(Killa)
Killa nigga
(Beats nigga)

(Iraqians)
Do it this
(Send to the heavens)

Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, clips holdin'
Tec the wet clothin'
These niggas heard we mack
all gravy how I fuckin' my eighties
No women, no
Versace niggas get crazy

You think I'm soft, how I'm up in the
And gettin' sucked off, with some on my cock
And plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches it off
Nah, ain't changed, I'm still pickin' you off

I stay drunk wit a lot of
niggas gay like the guard that was in 'Sleepers'
Two ways without
little niggas more leapers
I got gangstas that gangbang on all
Shoot your face up and fucked up your features

soldier, see the Henny made me fall over
And still fuck 'til I'm sober
I care about your balls, your hood or your weed
your whack ass thoughts, I can throw some speed

Now I lay me to sleep
I the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my to take, uh

Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I the Lord my soul to take, uh

I the nations, gee I'm a sick individual
Jose Louis yo, analog
Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali, my run deep in your roots
Allah Kelly got project shook, every time you look
'Cause I pray fifty every flight they book

more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk Nore
Hands around my two bitches holdin' my liquor
Across the street these niggas scopin' me, hopin' I
I ain't on point but what point is this

Do they know my fingers itchy, my whip do a buck sixty
Do a 360 donut and shoot 50 niggas in they faces
I dumped their bodies by the horse races, valore
A couple faces, yo keep hatin' until you will see
More volts in your chest plate it's to breathe, it go

Now I lay me down to
I pray the Lord my soul to
If I should die I wake
I the Lord my soul to take, uh

Now I lay me down to
I pray the my soul to keep
If I should die before I
I pray the Lord my to take, uh

Uh, ah, hey yo street life we live it
This thug we live it
If you frontin', we live this shit

Hey yo, this street life we it
This thug we live it
Thugged out ain't playin', we live shit

Hey yo, hey yo, it's Muze vinity tap your chin
Send a shot through your limb, think we ain't win
Stuff valar I they way I'm livin' ain't right
But's that's life, live and 'til I get my game tight

I came up a broken home, rolled wit
Pops was never known on the block 'til my cheddar's
Fiendin' for the day I was on, fat beats the day I was born
To know he me and my other half

Thugged out gettin' cash
No mom would put a foot in nigga's ass,
Coast to coast wit the Cali
Tally wit toast and wit my cousin's ghost
You nigga, what

Now I lay me down to
I pray the Lord my soul to
If I die before I wake
I the Lord my soul to take, uh

Now I lay me down to
I pray the my soul to keep
If I should die I wake
I pray the Lord my to take, uh

Uh, now I lay me to sleep
I pray the Lord my to keep
If I should die I wake