Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

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

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

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

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

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