Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

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

So before you cash your down on me
I you to take a look at yourself 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, hustlers and
Drug dealers with math figures making hella
In the city of Chi, the of the Gs
If ya don't work, ya don't eat that's been the code of the

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 game
But see I'ma knuckle nigga with no one to blame

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

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 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

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

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

They say, there's 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, let my baby die

I'm living the 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 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

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

is Pook or Kansas 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 Genue so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking radio been
And there's one nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, reason was love
To that nigga twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to
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 street life and I just can't get
I don't know if I'ma gonna 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 make it to another day
So night, I pray

So I'm to pray for me, mama, pray for me
Daddy, for me, baby, pray for me
Please pray for me, for me
Pray for me, for me