Luyện nghe bài hát Preach

I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a
These know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I keep heat, You know I be steppin'

I miss the Nawf just my granny, My heart in them trenches
Yo' gone cheat on you for nothing
So I'm done these bitches
I think about it every minute, stoppin' my mission
On my payroll I got I pay 'em commision
by detectives won't tell 'em I did it
I told Montana that I love him, On I meant it
Put 20 thousand on his head, catch him I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like "Father, me"

Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't a dolla'
The getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners
Before I call on you, I put my up in this choppa'
Movin' like he get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
Nigga ain't me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don't give a if we step together, I'll show you something
Bitches think they slick, They all so I'll never love em'
Bre was my love but she changed so I'll never trust her

the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed
This the of a child who was in them streets
Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do for me
Why the fuck I'm showing you so love?
And bitch you me

Keandre dead, The thing I think about is Tyler
I'm full of and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'
They I'm dumb
You got me fucked up I got plenty
They don't give a about how I feel
They don't my problems

Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you
I let some off in the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the world for you, I'm red
Showin' love to niggas they might bust my head
Mad a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'
Mad I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing
I give up on my mission,
you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'
Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I strugglin'

Montana know about my pain and everything I him
I told him watch he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me
Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my told me

Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' your life
I'm full of so imma' die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my sons gone be alright
NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of

Young nigga up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that mean? MURDER
Livin' or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come

Yo' ex exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here
I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma' me for all the times I use to trip
Know its a purpose in this why I need to live
It too long

They give a fuck bout me, Bitch
I did something for all y'all, got me fucked up
Out the flap I gotta' smile in nobody face
Y'all me bout all y'all
problems, don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?
Bitch I been feelin' like I'm die
Bitch I cry
This for all young niggas who gone
And all the who miss they babies, You heard me?
Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my no betta'

Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some
He was abandoned as a child red rum
You spell it backwards, that mean? Nigga MURDER
Livin' wrong and right, trustin' till the his time come

Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life
I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get tonight
Tell my lil' and my sons it's gone be alright
NBA'ing to the end, a way of life