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 that really started from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, bring them down
Smokin' like surround sound
Niggas come around now
'Cause they that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my on, put the crown down
Tell 'em up
When it to action, niggas ride with me
Screamin'
fallin' off, bitches fallin' through
Callin' plays like an
Get that money, what you do
Need a plug? I can make a 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 into you, we ain't with you
Meek put a on CNN
said I wouldn't eat again
I just counted 5 mil' in
I'm a nigga they won't see again

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 wanted me
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

locked me, put them chains on me
Wonder why I got these on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, This another level
the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get shovel
Go and get the money, we don't settle
Went to jail, came home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick,
Niggas prayin' I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real numbers 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 spittin' melodies when it's really they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' ain't new to me
Summers,
10 summers I've been at the tempo like I'm
At the with the hustlers
With the trappers, you a
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 I'm James Harden
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 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 money don't go to my head
go to my head
I pray on my Glock I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the suckas that wanted me
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

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