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 it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

You know we payin' attention
Always out business
in they feelins
Certain shit be given
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
Everybody broke 'cause they think I can fix it
that you got, that shit probably rented
I my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome 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 many 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, don't talk 'bout it,
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, 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 a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash 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 cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it 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 that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' ride 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 me feel like everything
just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
It makes me feel
right here, this ones for the pull-up