Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

You know we payin' attention
Always out handlin'
in they feelins
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
That ain't the way that I pictured thirty and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
Ain't no stoppin' shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you 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
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, even open eye when you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get money and them cowards

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

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

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