Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't with me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't 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, that's why copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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

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