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 records sound just like me
But nobody 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 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 shit to get they name on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages 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 different states, go
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your 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 come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing 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 cause 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 at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

[Verse
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 why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
White gold should be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz fuckin' with me