Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, the cracks and the holes in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another,
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' long money
Nigga try me, get it all from 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 many police you 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 sometimes you 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, don't talk it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' 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, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
Quarter million cash on a new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
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
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
some action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get money and them cowards

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

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

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