Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me
Come out and make sound just like me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a little 'bout me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme Rule, sing like Rule
some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
Always got to be in shoes
with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's
I stay in menages with various
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 singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice sound sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
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 in the path the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, 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 niggaz fuckin' with me

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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 we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' like track
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for 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 the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with white
White should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with me