Luyện nghe bài hát Preach

I turned the daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy
These niggas know up, Know I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You I be steppin'

I miss the Nawf like my granny, My heart in them trenches
Yo' girl cheat on you for nothing
So I'm done with these
I think it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission
On my I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives tell 'em I did it
I told that I love him, On Dave I meant it
Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I it
Get on my knee on side the bed like "Father, me"

Was weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'
The fame to my niggas, I cut off my partners
Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this
Movin' he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you
think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'
Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never her

This the files of a nigga who ain't bleed
This the story of a who was in them streets
Why the fuck I'm taking care of They ain't do shit for me
Why the fuck I'm showing you so much
And bitch you me

dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler
I'm full of pain and up every morning and I'm smilin'
They I'm dumb
You got me fucked up I got plenty
don't give a fuck about how I feel
They know my problems

Just cause you around me, I ain't forget everything you said
I let some off in the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the for you, I'm livin' red
Showin' love to them they might bust my head
Mad bout a gun, but for a I won't do you nothin'
Mad I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing
I give up on my mission,
fuck you bitch I was steady hustlin'
Handin' all you niggas bitch and I steady strugglin'

Montana know about my pain and everything I him
I told him what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me
Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa me

Batty Bwoy if you imma' take your life
I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught
Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be
NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of

nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin
He was as a child screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that Nigga MURDER
Livin' wrong or right, trustin' till the his time come

Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad I was neva' here
Where I come I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to
its a purpose in this world why I need to live
It ain't too

They give a fuck bout me, Bitch
I did something for all y'all, y'all got me up
Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody
Y'all me bout all y'all
problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin'
Bitch I been like I'm finna die
I cry alone
This for all them niggas who gone
And all the people who miss they babies, You me?
Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my no betta'

nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a screaming red rum
You it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER
Livin' wrong and right, nobody till the his time come

Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life
I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get tonight
my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright
NBA'ing to the end, a way of life