Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the cracks and the in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even though you it
All I ask is that you for me

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

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all 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, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the 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, turf war
I got a record deal, sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not me pull it
One thing a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't my life
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' work in a
You violate, retaliation got me
I a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

Yeah, from the cracks and the in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even though you it
All I ask is that you for me

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

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