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 through it even you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

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

Who gon' ride 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 came from never be another, yeah
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the 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, don't talk it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't my life
Quarter million on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' work in a
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 then makin' it in
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get money and dodgin' cowards

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

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

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