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
smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you for me

You know we payin' attention
Always out business
Niggas in they
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
ain't the way that I pictured 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 'cause they I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
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 then it dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas the wheel 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, it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' for my first born, I swear
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 not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run me
Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, even open eye when you shoot
you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' action, survive 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
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, me
Gotta smile through it even though you it
All I ask is that you for me

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

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