Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the cracks and the in the pavement
no hope 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 always attention
Always out business
in they feelins
Certain can't be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
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 broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, shit probably rented
I my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it on him, dead 'em
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but you gotta fall 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 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
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 'til he run me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't my life
Quarter million on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
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 gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' them

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

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

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