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 that you for me

You we always payin' attention
Always out handlin'
in they feelins
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they out, shit, that 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
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
Everybody broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that probably rented
I my partners wit' me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who gon' ride 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, 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 wit' long money
Nigga try me, 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
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
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 funny how the niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, 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 Summer 'til the bullshit I did null and void
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull 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, fake my life
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you live wit' that bullshit, you die it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get money and dodgin' them

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

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

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