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', crazy, nigga tell her let up off us
OGs see me comin' and they say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga really started from the bottom really in that
Make a call, bring plans down
Smokin' loud like surround
wanna come around now
'Cause they know Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the down
'em turn up
When it to action, niggas ride with me
murder
Niggas fallin' off, bitches fallin'
Callin' plays an audible
Get that money, you oughta 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 niggas
In the really spray niggas
When we run into you, we playin' with you
put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat
I just 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real nigga they won't see

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

People locked me, put chains on me
why I got these chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a hundred thousand ain't a to me
What's your range, This another level
the Rollie, get another bezel
She dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we don't settle
Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich,
Went to jail again, then I home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' that I go to again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga real 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 spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' bitches new to me
Summers,
10 summers I've been at the tempo like I'm
At the Grammys the hustlers
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the feds
Still trappin' out the
Moonwalkin' on that marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it 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 go to the feds
We don't go to the
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
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

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