Luyện nghe bài hát Preach

I the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy
These niggas what up, Know I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You I be steppin'

I miss the Nawf like my granny, My heart in them trenches
Yo' gone cheat on you for nothing
So I'm done these bitches
I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my
On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em
Interrogated by detectives won't 'em I did it
I told Montana that I love him, On I meant it
Put 20 on his head, They catch him I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like "Father, me"

Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't a dolla'
The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my
Before I call on you, I put my trust up in choppa'
Movin' like he get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
Nigga give me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don't a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something
Bitches think they slick, They all so I'll never love em'
Bre was my first love but she so I'll never trust her

This the files of a nigga who ain't neva'
This the story of a who was in them streets
Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do for me
Why the fuck I'm showing you so much
And you leaving me

Keandre dead, The only I think about is Tyler
I'm full of pain and up every morning and I'm smilin'
think I'm dumb
You got me fucked up I got knowledge
They don't a fuck about how I feel
They don't my problems

Just you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said
I let some off in the air for my niggas dead
Do in the world for you, I'm livin' red
Showin' love to them niggas they might my head
Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I do you nothin'
Mad that I'm up but you remember you give me nothing
I ain't up on my mission,
fuck you mean I was steady hustlin'
Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I strugglin'

Montana know my pain and everything I told him
I told him watch what he was saying, but I had to fold him
Up in that bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me
Youngboy a soldier, I remember my grampa told me

Batty Bwoy if you cross take your life
I'm of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' and my sons it's gone be alright
to the end, it's a way of life

Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some
He was abandoned as a child red rum
You it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER
Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his come

Yo' ex just you, Now you mad like I was neva' here
I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to
its a purpose in this world why I need to live
It ain't too

They don't give a fuck me, Bitch
I did for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up
Out the flap I ain't smile in nobody face
Y'all me bout all y'all
problems, don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?
Bitch I been feelin' I'm finna die
I cry alone
This for all them young who gone
And all the people who miss babies, You heard me?
Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no

Young nigga fillin' up his arm some heroin
He was as a child screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that mean? MURDER
Livin' wrong and right, nobody till the his time come

Batty if you cross imma' take your life
I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my it's gone be alright
NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of