Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, the cracks and the holes in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it though you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

You know we payin' attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in feelins
Certain shit can't be
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' broke they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit 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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old wit' some long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it,
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did and void
Skully pulled up, in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he 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' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and them cowards

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

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

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even,
It makes me feel everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty shit
It makes me good
This right here, ones for the pull-up