Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You we always payin' attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in feelins
Certain can't 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 thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything you got, that shit probably rented
I know my wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' work in a
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive wit' the
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

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