Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we always payin'
Always out handlin'
Niggas in they
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, ain't 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' 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
Ain't no stoppin' shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, 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 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 dumbest niggas it all, don't 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, 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 not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk 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 cash on a new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap nigga work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and them cowards

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

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

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