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 ends in a world that's 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 stones on me
I want you to a look at yourself in the mirror
And ask somebody to for you
'Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me,

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

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

And I'ma gonna on tipping under 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 just get away
I know if I'ma gonna 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 make it to another day
So every night, I

Well, I'm surrounded by rats, and dope fiends
My whole world is being weighed up on a triple
Man, I don't know in store for me god
Will I reach 21? Why is life so damn

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

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

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, 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

'Til the day that I die, I'll stay true to my
with 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, true OG's still here 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 Genue death so dam
Big houses, what the fucking radio been
And one more nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm 'em off, so our

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

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 I pray, oh, I pray

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

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