Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top from the
the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' cover
hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't 'bout the small run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did and void
Skully pulled up, in my hoodie, hah, and you better 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' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I even, ahhm
It makes me feel like
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' South shit
It makes me good
This right here, ones for the pull-up