Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we always payin'
Always out business
Niggas in they
Certain can't 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 pictured hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' broke they think I can fix it
that you got, that shit probably rented
I know my wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many police you on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
by the sword 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 it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me it
One thing a sucka nigga, he gon' talk 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 my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you live wit' 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 but power
I get money and them cowards

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no for the youth, Lord, save 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 dishonor but you lied to me,
Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me,

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