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 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
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 and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit rented
I know my wit' me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the 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, turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' 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 about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his 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, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and dodgin' cowards

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

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

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