Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' 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 'bout me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, haters pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real in different states, go figure
I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' 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 me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't 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
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all for me
walk in the path the Lord 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 can't stop me, that's why y'all
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 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 these runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches love the when 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 never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how they copy, they still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me