Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these streets
Out hustling 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 what I have to and God can judge me for that

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

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

As for me, I was up at an early age
Learned how to cook cane, started to bang
And a damn shame, I chose game
But see knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame

And I'ma gonna on tipping under the street lights
And be wondering which nigga 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 if I'ma gonna 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 gonna make it to another day
So every night, I

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

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

They say, there's for everybody that's bullshit
That little girl had no chance when bullet 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 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 every night, I

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

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

Shine and Cherelle would ya for me
I rock Genue death so dam
Big houses, what the fucking radio been
And one more nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, whole was love
To nigga twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to feed
My priority is to make sure this shit have to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one more
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya

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, 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 every night, I

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