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 meet in a world that's so corrupt
That's ran by greed, 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 your stones down on me
I want you to a look at yourself in the mirror
And ask somebody to for you
that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

I was born around gangstas, hustlers and
dealers with math figures making 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 brought up at an age
how to cook cane, started to gang bang
And a damn shame, I chose game
But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga no one to blame

And I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the lights
And be wondering 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 it to another day
So night I pray, oh, I pray

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

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

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

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

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, oh, I pray

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 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, fool my nigga, Fred ain't

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

and Cherelle would ya pray for me
I rock death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking radio 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 'em to dead, whole reason was love
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 could ask for one wish
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm ya since

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

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

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