Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little 'bout me
tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

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Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, haters never pay they
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them 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 you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz+
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 ain't fuckin' with me

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

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I what niggaz 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 like iPods
Had these runnin' like track stars
Except backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the like T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
gold should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch ain't fuckin' with me