Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Mary (Remix)

(Intro)
Huh
Niggas already know what it is me man
G
We been making it scary on blocks, No Limit
RIP Ms.Afeni
Aye who in here me though 'Twan

(Verse 1)
I ain't no killer i just be with
Fuck nigga better not me
I pussy leave you gushing
I once realized a time when i escaped demise
I the heart of a lion
Looking right down the eyes
Murder,Blood,Money on my
Trapping selling dimes in a line of
Shootouts day on the 9
So i could rewind to those a thousand
This the life i chose thats fine guess ima tote my
this lifestyle we still smile
See who got the rawest gat the guys
niggas living and grew up wild
Walk up man to see who down to ride
Remember niggas come outside
See clips through blocks down to 5
Yes same everytime riding round mine 2 Glocks
No gloves hell nawl we throwing no guns
These brand new Glocks, i go to hell
When im smoking nigga im a young 2Pac
50 everybody clipped and ready
I dont even who shot
like nowadays everybody stretching world
Ending like the
Go and hold on my .357
Thinking am i going to go to heaven
I know my there , lord let me in
you know that'll be a blessing
Send me with the demons all in scheming
be just like im back on Essex
Iced out whores on my
War where im from had to learn less
Then or protect it
Al Capone "baby face" Nelson Biggie Smalls Pac

(Hook)
With Me!
Never a Homicide
Run see
No where to run to now, we let them choppas ride
La dada dah
Come Me!
Never a Homicide
Run see
No where to run to now, we gone let them ride
La dada dah

(Verse 2)
Looking down that barrel of that 40
You see the ghost of lucifer
Looking like he coming ya
I didn't need the streets before feel im on another chapter
But everytime im in my
Mo blood get then West Africa
Murders the boston massacre
another day with my savages
Ducking penitentiary chances went
All them and averages
I was on the 8 block posted up
Have my own lil .38
Me Crazy James, J dot, CJ, ten we be still on the 8 hot
W2FL had twitter going up when the tape drop
I was in the streets 24 nights down no
Lil herb give a if my face hot
a nigga gone do to me who is he
No he true as me , murder on somebody nigga
If they ever at me
And say i ride like im bone thugs and harmony
When i start with fluency
People me herbo how i remain humble
When niggas talking bout doing me
Focusing on the road, had to out some shows
A couple talking bout sueing me
Young Pac in the flesh, Glock on my
Gold chain on top of my
Hit'em up and soon as i get my ambitionz
As a rider know the rest
My as a rider in a black S550
Flipping {?}
Do the strip it dont matter
Anything for the cake around and take yo batter
And i use to have of being above the rim
On the court shooting hoops but
I was posted on me capo, and lil roc
Toted jocks the juice