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 even you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

You we always payin' attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in they
Certain can't be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an
Everybody playin' 'cause 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' ride me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga some long money
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
Look at God, he do it
run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk shit 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' them

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

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

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