Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, never 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 TV's that's
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no 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, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, you better come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, when it's all
Pray for 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 world on my shoulders, one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, then goes wrong
No to piss 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 iPods
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the
my trey-duece 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 confused with good
White gold never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' me