Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
Talk some shit to get name on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a 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 your voice 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 gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like style, you're so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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