Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't with me

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

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

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like style, you're so old school
In Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma in the path the Lord has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz 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

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
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
the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz act hood
my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused white good
White gold should never be percieved as
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no how hard they copy, they still not me
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with me