Luyện nghe bài hát On God

(I'm on LA time. 6am flight.) I figured i put out somethin' 'fore this dropped (P2). [?]

My niggas got grams, my got checks
Just counted another hundred, you niggas look
I'ma smoke a pound and break down the
iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a vest
I pray to God that I don't die
We gon' make cry tonight
Them niggas you, they ain't ridin' right
Ain't got no to hate on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the list for real
Mazzetti or the just to chill
Honestly, I could have bought niggas
Traumatized, I know how a really feel
I over your casket, make sure that you gone
We and run in houses when nobody home
If you put out a hit, they gon' copy song
If you diss me on a record, we you home
Uh, what it do? What's
I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my
I be on the stage with the fully, I got all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully
30 side trappin', never forget bush
Cocaine on my side, forever gon' get
with the Yolla, forever gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for paper, whoever gon' get took
On God, threw my hood up on the cover
Real niggas by me, I can't next to suckers
I just found out got a leather bubble
Go to sleep my chain on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a sweat
Hoodie strings tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug tried to call me, up like,