Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

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

So before you cash your stones on me
I you to take a look 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 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 up at an early age
Learned how to cook cane, started to gang
And a damn shame, I chose game
But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga no one to blame

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

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 every I pray, oh, I pray

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

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

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

They say, there's for everybody that's bullshit
That girl had no chance when that bullet hit
I mean it blew to the sky and all you was a cry
Oh Lord, let my baby die

I'm living the street life and I just get away
I know 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 know if gonna make it to another day
So night, I pray

'Til the day that I die, I'll stay true to my
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, true OG's still with me
My homie boo, boo up?
And you know, I cant forget about my nigga, nigga,
boats and Herbie

Shine and Cherelle would ya for me
I rock death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking radio missing
And there's one more nigga that be to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the while I'm breaking 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, whole was love
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 ask for one more wish
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya

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, oh, I pray

I'm the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if gonna 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