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

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

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another,
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
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
Plans too large, huh, get on your 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 wheel
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, talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' cash shit 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
my play up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and gettin' fly wit' it too
some action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' them

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

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

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