Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta through it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

You know we always payin'
Always out handlin'
Niggas in feelins
Certain can't be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
That the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit rented
I my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get and dodgin' them cowards

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who gon' wit' me?
Yeah, before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang

This next beat is so god sinister that I don't even, ahhm
It makes me like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South
It makes me good
This right here, this ones for the