Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk me, or ride this on Bentley
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real in different states, go figure
I ain't singing 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 voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like kids and
Even we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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