Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

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

Pray to my God we don't go to the
We go to the feds
I pray all that money go to my head
Don't go to my
I pray on my 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 me, put them chains 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
the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get shovel
Go and get the money, we ever settle
Went to jail, came back home, I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I came then I got Nick, damn
prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' numbers spittin' hot shit
Niggas hatin' 'cause my numbers down, you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you
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 I'm Mustard
At the Grammys the hustlers
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the talkin'
Still out the bando
Moonwalkin' on that marble
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 eatin' and I ain't tourin', gettin' it
Got that with me with 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 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 wanted me dead
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

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