Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these try to fuckin hate on me
out and make records sound just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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