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 smile through it even you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

You know we always attention
Always out business
Niggas in feelins
shit can't be given
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
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 probably got an
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
that you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
Ain't no stoppin' shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I came it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga some long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the 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, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 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, ain't it how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
Skully pulled up, in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't my life
Quarter million on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
Strategy to be take Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, even open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get and dodgin' them cowards

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save 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' wit' me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death before but you lied to me, dang

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