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 make records just like me
But nobody does this here quite me
Now let me tell a something 'bout me
tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more 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 Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, never pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke
That's why I ride, you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, you better come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all 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 stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, lyrically goes wrong
No to piss 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 like
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my 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 putting the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with white
White gold should never be as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' me