Luyện nghe bài hát No Dope On Sundays

The call has gone out, responses come
And we God for our brother who's given God his life
Is anything you'd like to say on behalf?
Lord saved an angel, Watch my own
I not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32
They say gangsters pray - I beg to differ
We every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of hell that we stuck in (CyHi!)
Real gangsters don't be in the streets

Yeah, no on Sundays
That's only if you really out here money
No on Sundays
You know the trap back Monday
But no on Sundays
When you out dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No on Sundays
But any other day rain, sleet or sunny

Nah, I ain't a street nigga, a nigga in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you
I'm talking a couple keys, want a mil', come fuck with me
Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the we push is luxury
Oh I heard you want the lean, now not my cup of tea
But I can pull a few strings, let me my puppetry
from crack to puppy food
Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money
My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation smooth
Brought a just in case these niggas in a grumpy mood
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we that gunplay too
My rendezvous made the page news, I like my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and he need a hundred cool
I said "Let me hit my folks, but you know the rule"

CyHi the Prynce]
No dope on
That's only if you really out here getting
No dope on
You know the trap back Monday
No on Sundays
When you out here dirty, the day you do the laundry
No dope on
But any other day it's rain, sleet or

I been in the streets 16, ya dig?
How many in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to how much clean I done hid
sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig
My OG pulled up on the in a wig
you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I and I did
Being in the dope game was my dream as a kid
But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I go
to Amsterdam, I tell a grandma netherland hoes
Boy I'm living off my art like I'm Van Goghs
I'm all about the cream, I got Man goals
My dawgs left the bando so hater, never stand close
Before my up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
rain all year, so let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan

No dope on

Lex on the beat so what the fuck you think?

I work the graveyard shift, how we made our chips
of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip
Where the young niggas die, we our days the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a if y'all lit

We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and that y'all live
So we can by your house and come and spray at y'all crib
Had the on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how my face card is
the Racetrack on Bouldercrest to a baseball field
It's safe to say it's all but all my scars is all healed
'Cause I been in the back more times than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past, it's time to our kids
So our sons will have to live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga, trap to send your daughter off to
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get your mother out the
If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' out the streets
Oh you trapping just to be trapping? Oh you for these freaks?
But if you a real nigga, do me one favor
And tell all my in Decatur
No on Sundays

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our
Bunch of AR clips, I his KR, dip
Where the young niggas die, we live our days the
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a if y'all lit

Started out tryna get the new Bo's
Then I what it did for them hoes
When I recognized you did to your nose
I couldn't justify I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I just let it
Failed my religion, I let it go
Fell in addiction, I chased the glow
See you don't need the drums you just talking what you know
See what I seen, snitching on the low
Niggas coming home, out here acting like you owe
The truth is you 'em but they putting on a show
You gotta 'em out and validate to everyone they know
Time's changing, it's for some to grow
And the conversations are no "Man, we 'bout to blow"
I wanna see you back up on your feet and fa' sho'
The whole city know I've enough so there's no mo'

I the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I his KR, dip
Where the young niggas die, we live our the darkest
Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a if y'all lit

I'm glad you gave me this shit with no drums.
I just wanted to, like, I was tryna make it as conversational as 'Cause it's just conversation.
CyHi The Prynce, my for life. Push

But Peter said him,
Thy perish with thee
thou hast thought
That the of God may be purchased with money
Acts