Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

Make you put the autotune on
Yeah,
on the beat so it's not nice

If I could talk to god a real nigga one on one, I'd tell him
Need my homeboys back, and a couple that's jailin'
Couple niggas convicted
I like the church but I trust the reverend
Soul been in my presence
And am I wrong if I bring my
Yeah, I my prayers, I got my blessings
I'm still so I'm finessing
holding back, these my confessions
If I could talk to god like a real one on one, I'd ask him
I see my career to the next level but my mind goin' backwards
I shake the street shit, still on the beef shit
Every time I try to do the right thing niggas think I'm on sweet shit
Then I had to get them out again
I tried to retire
Forgive me for my sins, and once again
got to die, Lord
I'm like why
They think I'm blood, think I'm vice Lord
I'm overthinking 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys
Is they Lord? Is they foul Lord?
Real shit I'll 'em out Lord

If I talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
Lord will you please keep me far away the fake?
Lord, can you teach me? show me the way
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way, yeah

Lil Dora seen me with a strap, ask me, daddy, is that?
Lil son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't back
My bitch in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof
Told 'em gangster baby, one thing about it is I ain't
Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they do or not
Wondering is gon' shoot or not
Interview like how many niggas you shot?
Old in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar
See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the side
Man I love these lil like these my brothers
If any niggas come and touch 'em, I swear to god it'll 'em
I can't let that happen, 'fore I ever rappin'
All that shit I be about, I was doin' that shit in the hood
With all the niggas I be talkin'
If I could talk to god a real nigga, ask him please give me back Cecil
Please me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot
Shit hurt Lord, I ain't 'em
When the tears it be pourin'
I know this rap shit my blessin' when I ain't in the hood shit be gettin'
I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin', I don't know how to it
Grab all my chains, hop in the and just floor it, vroom

If I could talk to god one on one like a nigga I'd say
Lord will you please keep me far away the fake?
Lord, can you me? please show me the way
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way, yeah

I used to pray to god to get a dollars and a Bentley truck
When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar and I didn't give a
I ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up
When we run into 'em we put it to 'em like give it up
Run it, my nigga, we so one hundred my nigga, it's a few of us
Talkin' to god, just tryna decide if life meant for the two of us
niggas is shady, I tuck the three-eighty
You I was slippin', I tore him up
Snap on that nigga, no up
I got the A and I it up
Touchin' city, no tour bus
Diamonds they drippin' like
Have it way like it's Burger King
Nigga can I take your
We sellin' like it's Medellin
I'm turnin' in the four-door
Watch for the D's and the
Prayin' we get caught up, god bless

If I talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
Lord you please keep me far away from the fake?
Lord, can you teach me? please me the way
Lord, can you me? please show me the way, yeah