Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't with me

How these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's 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, never pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or this on Bentley
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo them TV's that'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 estates in different states, go
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
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 voice sound like sex, yes
There's no 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, bitch you come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
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' cause mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma in the path the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz 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 ain't fuckin' with me

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