Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, haters pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I ain't you'se a +Gold Digger+
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 point your voice like sex, yes
There's no way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, so old school
In Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all for me
I'mma walk in the path the has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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