Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

You know we always payin'
Always out handlin'
Niggas in feelins
shit can't be given
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' broke they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, shit probably rented
I my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death before but you lied to me, dang

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, started dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' work in a
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
my play up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' them

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even though you it
All I ask is you pray for me

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death before but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even,
It makes me feel like
It's that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
It makes me good
right here, this ones for the pull-up