Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried 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
wit' my niggas '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, ain't it how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it,
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null 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 main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million cash on a new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' shit in the
you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' that bullshit, you die it too
I would but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, survive 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 hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even though you it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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