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 through and they say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga really started from the bottom in that order
Make a call, bring them plans
Smokin' loud like surround
Niggas wanna come now
they know that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the crown
'em turn up
When it come to action, niggas ride me
Screamin'
Niggas fallin' off, bitches through
plays like an audible
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 spray
When we run into you, we ain't with you
Meek put a on CNN
said I wouldn't eat again
I counted 5 mil' in cash
I'm a nigga they won't see again

Pray to my God we don't go to the
We don't go to the
I pray all money don't go to my head
go to my head
I pray on my 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
a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This another
the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get another
Go and get the money, we ever settle
Went to jail, back home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I came home I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot
hatin' 'cause my numbers 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 melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em new to me, fuckin' bitches ain't new to me
Summers,
10 summers I've been at the tempo like I'm
At the Grammys the hustlers
With the trappers, you a
Spillin' on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the feds
Still trappin' out the
on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em like I'm Harden
I don't drive it if it foreign
I don't fuck it if it foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie 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 pray on my when I'm goin' to bed
When I'm to bed
Now pray for the suckas that me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em like I'm James
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 ladder me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it