Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never her
Now she trippin', goin' crazy, nigga her let up off us
OGs see me through and they say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga really from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, bring them plans
Smokin' loud like sound
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 to action, niggas ride with me
Screamin'
Niggas fallin' off, bitches 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
What you doin', nigga, you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but I'm way
You 'cause you paid niggas
In the dark really spray
When we run you, we ain't playin' with you
put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat
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 go to the feds
I pray all money don't go to my head
go to my head
I on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
When I'm to bed
Now pray for the that wanted me dead
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

People locked me, put them on me
Wonder why I got chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a hundred ain't a thing to me
your range, homie? This another level
Flood the Rollie, get another
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
Niggas that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap doin' 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 like you Diddy
Pop niggas spittin' melodies it's really nothin' 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 like I'm Mustard
At the with the hustlers
With the trappers, you a
Spillin' lean on the red
Phone tapped, I hear the feds
Still trappin' out the
Moonwalkin' on that marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em like I'm Harden
I drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't fuck it if it ain't
eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that ladder me with 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
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 drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't fuck it if it foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga it
Got ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it