Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know you are not 'bout
Old wit' some long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the fall
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 how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me 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 cash on a 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, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it 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 eye when you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive wit' the
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

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