Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her
Now she trippin', goin' crazy, nigga her let up off us
OGs see me comin' through and say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga started from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, them plans down
Smokin' loud surround sound
Niggas wanna around now
they know that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the crown
'em turn up
When it come to action, ride with me
Screamin'
Niggas fallin' off, fallin' through
Callin' like an audible
Get that money, what you do
Need a I can make a call or two
Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on
What you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you niggas
In the really spray niggas
When we run you, we ain't playin' with you
Meek put a on CNN
said I wouldn't eat again
I counted 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real they won't see again

to my God we don't go to the feds
We go to the feds
I pray all that don't go to my head
go to my head
I on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
When I'm to bed
Now pray for the suckas wanted me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

People locked me, put chains on me
Wonder why I got these on me
Audemars, I got a on me
a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? another level
Flood the Rollie, get another
She don't dig me, get shovel
Go and get the money, we don't ever
Went to jail, came home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot
Niggas hatin' 'cause my numbers down, you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you
Pop niggas melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
on 'em ain't new to me, fuckin' bitches ain't new to me
Summers,
10 summers I've at the tempo like I'm Mustard
At the with the hustlers
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' lean on the red
tapped, I hear the feds talkin'
Still out the bando
on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
Ballin' on 'em I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
I don't fuck it if it ain't
Still and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

Pray to my God we don't go to the
We go to the feds
I pray all money don't go to my head
go to my head
I pray on my Glock I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the that wanted me dead
all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
I don't fuck it if it foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie it