Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make sound just like me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a something 'bout me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in somebdy
with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice like sex, yes
no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, one set of footprints
Man, motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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I what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, then goes wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be
the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm putting from the green T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
White gold should never be as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me