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

You know we always attention
Always out handlin'
Niggas in feelins
Certain shit can't be
I'ma go and get it,
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, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my wit' me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta on it
Hey, it funny how the dumbest 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 I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash '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 handle
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, paper
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive 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 money and them cowards

Yeah, the cracks and the holes in the pavement
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

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

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