Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

Here's the tale of a young male raised in these city streets
Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world so corrupt
ran by greed, money and the power for me, I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and God can judge me for that

So before you cash your down on me
I want you to take a at yourself in the mirror
And ask to pray for you
'Cause that's all I'm is to pray for me, understand

I was born gangstas, hustlers and killers
Drug dealers with math figures hella scrilla
In the of Chi, the home of the Gs
If ya don't work, ya don't eat been the code of the streets

As for me, I was up at an early age
how to cook cane, started to gang bang
And it's a damn shame, I game
But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga no one to blame

And I'ma keep on tipping under the street lights
And be wondering which nigga wanna take my
then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters

I'm the street life and I just can't get away
I know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I

I'm living the street and I just can't get away
I don't know if gonna make it to another day
So every night, I

Well, I'm surrounded by rats, roaches and fiends
My whole world is being up on a triple beam
Man, I know whats in store for me god
Will I reach 21? Why is life so hard?

See the question that's asked
And is there a or hell can the young black live
Or will he be chained in the
I don't know as for me I only a few
I had to hustle to survive now, what else I do

They say, there's chances for that's bullshit
That little girl had no chance when bullet hit
I it blew to the sky and all you heard was a cry
Oh Lord, don't let my die

I'm the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma make it to another day
So every I pray, oh, I pray

I'm living the street and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma make it to another day
So every night, I

'Til the day that I die, stay true to my neighborhood
Fuck with my neighborhood nigga, I wish you
Ain't shit changed like, oh, said
And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred dead

Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true OG's still with me
My boo, boo what up?
And you know, I cant about my nigga, nigga, Novesnake
boats and Herbie

Shine and would ya pray for me
I Genue death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking been missing
And there's one more nigga be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the reason I'm breaking 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, whole reason was
To that nigga twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to
My priority is to make sure this shit don't to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one wish
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm ya since

I'm living the life and I just can't get away
I don't know if gonna make it to another day
So night I pray, oh, I pray

I'm living the life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to day
So every night, I

So I'm to pray for me, mama, pray for me
Daddy, for me, baby, pray for me
pray for me, pray for me
Pray for me, for me