Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the
Ain't no for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you not make me pull it
One thing about a nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
When you live wit' that bullshit, you die it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' cowards

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

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

This next is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
It me feel like everything
It's that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
It me feel good
This here, this ones for the pull-up