Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Me

Here's the tale of a young black raised in these city streets
Out here to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt
ran by greed, money and the power 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 yourself in the
And ask somebody to for you
'Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me,

I was born around gangstas, hustlers and
Drug 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 brought up at an age
Learned how to cook cane, started to bang
And a damn shame, I chose game
But see I'ma 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 of you haters

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

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

Well, I'm surrounded by rats, 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 hard?

See the question that's asked
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 trusted a few
I had to to survive now, what else could I do

They say, there's chances for that's bullshit
That girl had no chance when that bullet hit
I mean it to the sky and all you heard 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 every night I pray, oh, I

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

'Til the day that I die, I'll stay true to my
with my neighborhood nigga, I wish you would
Ain't shit changed like, oh, once
And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred 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 would ya pray for me
I rock Genue so dam senseless
Big houses, the fucking radio been missing
And there's one more nigga be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the while I'm breaking 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, reason was love
To that twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to feed
My priority is to make sure this shit don't to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one more
I 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya since

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 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 asking to for me, mama, pray for me
Daddy, for me, baby, pray for me
Please for me, pray for me
for me, pray for me