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, tell 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, them plans down
Smokin' loud surround sound
Niggas wanna 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'
fallin' off, bitches fallin' through
Callin' plays an audible
Get money, what you oughta 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 'cause you paid niggas
In the dark really niggas
When we run into you, we ain't playin' you
put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat
I counted 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real they won't see again

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 pray on my Glock I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the suckas that me dead
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

People me, put them chains on me
Wonder why I got these on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a hundred thousand ain't a to me
What's your range, homie? 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, back home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, I came home then 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
Niggas hatin' 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 it's really 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 with the
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' on the red carpet
tapped, I hear the feds talkin'
Still trappin' out the
on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I drive it if it ain't foreign
I fuck it if it ain't foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga it
Got that ladder me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

Pray to my God we don't go to the
We don't go to the
I pray all that 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 me dead
'Cause all of 'em dead! 'em

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
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