Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

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

So before you cash your stones on me
I want you to take a look at yourself in the
And ask to pray for you
'Cause all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

I was around gangstas, hustlers and killers
dealers with math figures making hella scrilla
In the city of Chi, the of the Gs
If ya don't work, ya eat that's been the code of the streets

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm by rats, roaches and dope fiends
My whole world is being weighed up on a triple
Man, I don't 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 heaven or hell can the young black
Or will he be in the cell
I know as for me I only trusted a few
I had to hustle to now, what else could I do

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

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 pray, oh, I

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

'Til the day that I die, I'll true to my neighborhood
Fuck my neighborhood nigga, I wish you would
Ain't shit like, oh, once said
And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred ain't

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

Shine and Cherelle ya pray for me
I rock death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking been missing
And there's one more nigga that be true to my
Mr. Motion, you the while 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 shit don't have to struggle like me
And if I ask for one more wish
I tell 'em, I hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya since

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 life and I just get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to day
So night, I pray

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