Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' cover
hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't 'bout the small run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 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 through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run me
Drop a bankroll on his bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million cash on a new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
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, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and them cowards

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

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

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I even, ahhm
It makes me feel everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South
It makes me good
This right here, ones for the pull-up