Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these city
Out here to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt
That's ran by greed, money and the for me, I'm a survivor
I do I have 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 that's all I'm asking is to pray for me,

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

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

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

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 every night I pray, oh, I

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

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

See the question that's asked
And is there a heaven or hell can the 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, chances for everybody that's bullshit
That little girl had no chance when that 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 can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I

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

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

Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true OG's here with me
My homie boo, boo up?
And you know, I cant forget about my nigga, nigga,
boats and Herbie

Shine and Cherelle ya pray for me
I Genue death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the radio been missing
And there's one nigga that be true 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 shorty to
My priority is to make sure this shit have to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one wish
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya

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

I'm living the street life and I just get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna 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
for me, pray for me