Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does this here quite me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess 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, never pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in menages with women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go
I ain't 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 your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok classics me of '87 when
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma in the path the Lord has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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