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's that nigga really started from the bottom in that order
Make a call, them plans down
Smokin' loud like surround
wanna come around now
'Cause they that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my on, put the crown down
'em turn up
When it come to action, niggas ride me
Screamin'
Niggas fallin' off, fallin' through
Callin' plays like an
Get that money, what you 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, what you doin', nigga, what you
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you paid
In the dark really niggas
When we run you, we ain't playin' with you
Meek put a on CNN
said I wouldn't 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 don't go to my
Don't go to my
I on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the 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 ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This another
the Rollie, get another bezel
She dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we don't ever
to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn
Went to again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas that 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 like you
Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's 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 like I'm Mustard
At the Grammys the hustlers
With the trappers, you a
lean on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I the feds talkin'
Still trappin' out the
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 foreign
eatin' 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 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 wanted me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

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