Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

Make you put the autotune on
Yeah,
Murda on the beat so not nice

If I could talk to god like a nigga one on one, I'd tell him
my homeboys back, and a couple niggas that's jailin'
Couple niggas felons
I like the church but I don't trust the
Soul been absent in my
And am I if I bring my weapon?
Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my
I'm stressing so I'm finessing
Ain't holding back, my confessions
If I could talk to god a real nigga one on one, I'd ask him
I see my career goin' to the next level but my goin' backwards
I can't shake the street shit, on the beef shit
Every time I try to do the right thing niggas I'm on some sweet shit
Then I had to get them choppers out
I tried to retire
Forgive me for my sins, once and once
Somebody got to die,
I'm like why
They I'm blood, they think I'm vice Lord
I'm overthinking 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys
Is they right Lord? Is foul Lord?
Real I'll take 'em out Lord

If I could talk to god one on one a real nigga I'd say
Lord will you please keep me far away the fake?
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way, yeah

Lil Dora seen me with a strap, ask me, daddy, is that?
Lil son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he coming back
My bitch came in, asked me why we had to buy a
Told 'em gangster baby, one thing about it is I bulletproof
Never hire security 'cause I don't know what gon' do or not
Wondering is they shoot or not
like how many niggas you done shot?
Old lady in the said I'm the devil, she a damn liar
See me bustin' that fire, protect the guys from the other side
Man I love these lil niggas like these my
If any niggas come and touch 'em, I swear to god crush 'em
I let that happen, 'fore I ever started rappin'
All that shit I be talking about, I was doin' that shit in the
all the niggas I be talkin' 'bout
If I could talk to god like a real nigga, ask him give me back Cecil
Please me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot
Shit hurt Lord, I over 'em
When the tears it be pourin'
I know this rap shit my blessin' when I ain't in the hood shit be borin'
I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so to thuggin', I don't know how to ignore it
Grab all my chains, hop in the Lambo and just it, vroom

If I could talk to god one on one like a real I'd say
Lord will you please keep me far away the fake?
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way
Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way,

I to pray to god to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck
When I was dead broke I didn't have a and I didn't give a fuck
I ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up
When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em give it up
Run it, my nigga, we so one hundred my nigga, only a few of us
Talkin' to god, just tryna decide if life really for the two of us
niggas is shady, I tuck the three-eighty
You I was slippin', I tore him up
Snap on nigga, no warm up
I got the A and I it up
your city, no tour bus
Diamonds they drippin' like
Have it your way like Burger King
Nigga can I your order?
We sellin' work like it's
I'm three in the four-door
for the D's and the tourists
Prayin' we never get up, god bless

If I could to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
will you please keep me far away from the fake?
Lord, can you me? please show me the way
Lord, can you teach me? show me the way, yeah