Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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 that you for me

You know we always payin'
Always out handlin'
Niggas in feelins
Certain shit can't be
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they hand out, shit, ain't the way we livin', yeah
That the way that I pictured thirty 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
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I my partners wit' me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top from the
the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga some long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
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 niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' 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 fake my
Quarter million on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the 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 Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' cowards

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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