Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

[Intro: Gucci Mane & God]
Huh
I'd to thank God
God on the wave!
Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat this
I hope I touch down the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

[Verse 2: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi band-aid for my
Flex all my ice on my
They love that when it blang
My triple-two shooter, he stay that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
a beef with Lil Boat? Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted that bitch back now she feelin'
Bitch, shut the fuck up, call me
New chain, look proper
Cartiers got me looking like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, with and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old hate Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 2: P.
Yeah, off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks made of
Snakeskin on the watch
Just bought a new mink and my is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much weighs what an elephant does
heavy, we got elephant love
Took a page out of and ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all the Benji's
Just blew ten G's on Jet
All kicks, bricks
When ask how I do it I say "All wrist"
When they ask my clique I say "All bitch"
Bought a in New York, sold it in all nicks
My new ask who all hit (who you with?)
I tell her "Whoa there," it's a long

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat case
I hope I touch down the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the

3: Fa$t Life]
Dash, fast, up in that gas back
kush out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, what? You me mad
Don't you gon' make me mad
been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that extra tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a
Every she just wipe me down
Gon' and flex on me, niggas, I'll on you niggas
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for these
been getting money and it go, and it go
Everybody know we gon' blow
All bitches know praying for blow
Sellin' snort, snow on the bluff
Got that 30, that 40, don't act up

Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I hope I beat this
I hope I touch down the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope

[Verse 4: Rich the
Young nigga, I'm with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the block with the
Look at my it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on
Niggas hatin', I'm keep on jiggin'
Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was
rich nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she foreign? me top now
Ayy, I just stop... six bitches
Fuck your bitch make her go
You that ho, you trippin'
Walk out the bank a bankroll
too cold

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat this
I hope I touch with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I down with the 'yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I you for the dope