Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I 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 that nigga really from the bottom really in that order
a call, bring them plans down
Smokin' like surround sound
Niggas wanna come now
'Cause they know that Meek got the crown now
Put my on, put the crown down
'em turn up
When it come to action, ride with me
Screamin'
Niggas off, bitches fallin' through
Callin' like an audible
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
you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you paid
In the dark really spray
we run into you, we ain't playin' with you
Meek put a on CNN
said I wouldn't eat again
I just 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real nigga won't see again

to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the
I pray all that don't go to my head
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

People locked me, put chains on me
Wonder why I got chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, This another level
Flood the Rollie, get bezel
She dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we ever settle
Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich,
Went to jail again, then I home then I got Nick, damn
prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot
Niggas hatin' 'cause my down, what'd you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem like you Diddy
Pop niggas spittin' 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 been at the tempo like 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 don't drive it if it ain't
I don't fuck it if it ain't
Still and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Pippen it

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

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