Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

Who gon' wit' me?
Aye, who ride 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,
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it on him, dead 'em
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, 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 good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
Quarter million on a brand new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then 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 in the pavement
Ain't no for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

Who gon' wit' me?
Aye, who gon' wit' me?
Yeah, before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' wit' me?
Aye, who gon' wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor 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 South
It makes me good
This right here, this ones for the