Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records sound just me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, why y'all copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like your style, so old school
In Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing blocks like little kids and
Even we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright, then goes wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the
Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when doors swing upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with white
gold should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me