Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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

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Man everybody wanna rhyme Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, haters never pay dues
Always got to be in somebdy
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real in different states, go figure
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
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
no real way to stop 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, you better come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, you're so old
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even we men we still big wheelin'
cop cribs, six beds, four 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 walk in the path the Lord has for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I you niggaz 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 part to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards 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 swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green like
? is not to be confused with white
White should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me