Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

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

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

I was around gangstas, hustlers and killers
Drug dealers with math figures making scrilla
In the city of Chi, the 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
Learned how to cook cane, to gang bang
And it's a shame, I chose game
But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to

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

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

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

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

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

They say, there's chances for everybody 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 living the street and I just can't get away
I don't if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I

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

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

Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true OG's still here me
My homie boo, boo up?
And you know, I cant forget my nigga, nigga, Novesnake
Nightime 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 that be true to my
Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm 'em off, so our

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

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

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