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 just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

[Verse
Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them that's hidden
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing 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 sound sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all
I know you niggaz ain't with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, you're so old
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, when it's all
Pray for God's children, all for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't 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 alright, then lyrically goes 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 iPods
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green like
? is not to be confused with white
White gold never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me