Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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 that you for me

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

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another,
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it 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 '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, it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did and void
Skully pulled up, 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 bankroll on his main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, 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 pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye 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' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' them

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

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

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