Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never her
Now she trippin', goin' crazy, nigga her let up off us
OGs see me comin' through and say, "That's a baller"
That's nigga really started from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, bring them down
Smokin' loud like sound
Niggas wanna around now
'Cause they that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my on, put the crown down
Tell 'em up
it come to action, niggas ride with me
Screamin'
Niggas fallin' off, fallin' through
Callin' like an audible
Get that money, you oughta 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, 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 playin' with you
put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I eat again
I just counted 5 in cash
I'm a real nigga won't see again

Pray to my God we go to the feds
We don't go to the
I all that money don't go to my head
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
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

People locked me, put chains on me
Wonder why I got chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This level
Flood the Rollie, get bezel
She don't dig me, get another
Go and get the money, we don't ever
Went to jail, came back home, I got rich, damn
to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only nigga doin' 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 Harlem Shaking you Diddy
Pop niggas melodies when it's really 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 like I'm
At the Grammys the hustlers
With the trappers, you a
lean on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the feds
Still trappin' out the
on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't it if it ain't foreign
I don't fuck it if it foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie it

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

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em I'm James Harden
I don't it if it ain't foreign
I don't 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