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', goin' crazy, nigga 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 really in order
Make a call, bring plans down
Smokin' loud surround sound
Niggas wanna around now
'Cause they know that Meek Milly got the now
Put my mask on, put the down
'em turn up
When it come to action, niggas with me
Screamin'
Niggas off, bitches fallin' through
Callin' plays 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, you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you paid
In the dark spray niggas
When we run into you, we ain't playin' you
Meek put a on CNN
Niggas said I eat again
I just counted 5 mil' in
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 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
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

People locked me, put them on me
Wonder why I got chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? another level
the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get another
Go and get the money, we don't settle
Went to jail, came home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real spittin' hot shit
Niggas 'cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Shaking like you Diddy
Pop niggas spittin' melodies when really nothin' they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' bitches new to me
Summers,
10 I've been at the tempo like I'm Mustard
At the Grammys with the
With the trappers, you a
Spillin' lean on the red
Phone tapped, I the feds talkin'
Still trappin' out the
Moonwalkin' on that damn
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
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 Pippen it

Pray to my God we don't go to the
We go to the feds
I pray all that money go to my head
Don't go to my
I pray on my Glock when I'm to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the that wanted me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

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