Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

Here's the of a young 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 what I have to and God can judge me for that

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

I was around gangstas, hustlers and killers
Drug dealers math figures making hella scrilla
In the city of Chi, the of the Gs
If ya don't work, ya don't eat that's 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 damn shame, I chose
But see knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame

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

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

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

See thats the question that's
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 to survive now, what else could I do

They say, there's for everybody that's 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, 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 I pray, oh, I pray

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

'Til the day that I die, I'll true to my neighborhood
with my neighborhood 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 homie boo, boo up?
And you know, I forget about 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 to feed
My priority is to make 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 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 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 to pray for me, mama, pray for me
Daddy, for me, baby, pray for me
Please for me, pray for me
Pray for me, for me