Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke
That's why I ride, you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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

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