Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Yvng
Huh
I'd like to God
God on the wave!
Gucci!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat case
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my
band-aid for my sores
Flex all my ice on my
They love that bling when it
My shooter, he stay with that Ruger
do ya, do ya, if you act like you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she feelin'
Bitch, the fuck up, call me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold Cartiers got me like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, gunmen and robbers
But ayy it do, GuWop?
Old niggas hate Boat, the new
And I bet just made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I this case
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the made of crocs
band on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs an elephant does
Everybody heavy, we got elephant
Took a page out of and ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all about the
blew ten G's on Jet Li's
All kicks, flawless
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask 'bout my I say "All bitch"
Bought a brick in New York, it in all nicks
My new ask who all hit (who you with?)
I tell her "Whoa there," a long list

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I I beat this case
I hope I down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 3: Life]
Dash, fast, pull up in that gas
Smokin' out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, You made me mad
you ever gon' make me mad
I've been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo on a cap-me-down
Every time she just wipe me
Gon' and flex on me, niggas, flex on you niggas
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for hoes
I've getting money and it go, and it go
Everybody know we gon' blow
All bitches know praying for blow
Sellin' snort, snow on the bluff
Got that 30, 40, don't ever act up

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat case
I I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

4: Rich the Kid]
Young nigga, I'm playin' the yola, Coca-Cola
the block with the cola
Look at my wrist it's on
we winnin', I'ma keep on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' on jiggin'
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
Young rich on the top now
Is she bad? Is she Give me top now
Ayy, I just stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch make her go
You cuffin' that ho, you
Walk out the with a bankroll
too cold

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat case
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope