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 so corrupt
ran by greed, money and the power for me, I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can me for that

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

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 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 it's a shame, I chose game
But see knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame

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

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

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

See thats the that's asked
And is a heaven or hell can the young black live
Or he be chained in the cell
I know as for me I only trusted a few
I had to hustle to survive now, what else I do

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

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

'Til the day I die, I'll stay true to my neighborhood
Fuck with my nigga, I wish you would
Ain't shit changed like, oh, once
And oh, no, my nigga, Fred ain't dead

Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true still here with me
My boo, boo what up?
And you know, I cant forget about my nigga, nigga,
Nightime boats and

Shine and Cherelle would ya for me
I rock Genue death so dam
Big houses, what the fucking radio 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 'em to dead, whole reason was love
To that nigga twist for in me, I got a shorty to feed
My priority is to make this shit don't have to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one more
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya I'm missing ya since

I'm living the 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 if I'ma gonna 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
Please pray for me, for me
for me, pray for me