Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, I never call her
Now she trippin', goin' crazy, tell her let up off us
OGs see me comin' through and say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga really started the bottom really in that order
Make a call, them plans down
Smokin' loud surround sound
wanna come around now
'Cause they know Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the down
Tell 'em up
When it to action, niggas ride with me
murder
Niggas fallin' off, fallin' through
Callin' plays like an
Get that money, what you do
Need a I can make a call or two
Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on
What you doin', nigga, you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you paid
In the really spray niggas
When we run into you, we ain't with you
Meek put a on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat
I just counted 5 mil' in
I'm a real nigga they won't see

Pray to my God we go to the feds
We don't go to the
I pray all that don't go to my head
Don't go to my
I pray on my Glock when I'm to bed
When I'm to bed
Now pray for the that wanted me dead
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

People locked me, put them on me
why I got these chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a hundred thousand a thing to me
What's range, homie? This another level
Flood the Rollie, get another
She don't dig me, get shovel
Go and get the money, we don't settle
Went to jail, back home, then I got rich, damn
to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' that I go to jail so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga real numbers spittin' hot shit
Niggas hatin' 'cause my down, what'd you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Shaking like you Diddy
Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's nothin' they can do with me
on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' bitches ain't new to me
Summers,
10 summers I've been at the tempo I'm Mustard
At the Grammys with the
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' lean on the red
tapped, I hear the feds talkin'
Still out the bando
Moonwalkin' on that marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I drive it if it ain't foreign
I fuck it if it ain't foreign
eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that ladder me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

Pray to my God we go to the feds
We go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my
Don't go to my
I pray on my Glock I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the suckas that me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
I fuck it if it ain't foreign
Still eatin' and I tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that ladder me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it