Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we always payin'
Always out business
Niggas in feelins
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got hand 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
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
Everybody playin' broke they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, under cover
hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many police you on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' cash shit 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million cash on a new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
Trap nigga work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' that bullshit, you die it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

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