Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we always attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in feelins
Certain can't be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got hand out, shit, that ain't 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
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' broke they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably
I know my partners me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
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 deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run me
Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, 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' work in a
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be 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 hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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