Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never 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 really started from the bottom really in that
Make a call, bring them down
Smokin' like surround sound
Niggas come around now
'Cause they know Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my on, put the crown down
Tell 'em up
When it come to action, niggas ride me
murder
Niggas fallin' off, fallin' through
plays like an audible
Get that money, what you do
a plug? 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, you doin'?
Get the bag but I'm way
You around 'cause you paid
In the dark really niggas
When we run into you, we ain't with you
put a rapper on CNN
Niggas I wouldn't eat again
I just counted 5 in cash
I'm a real nigga won't see again

Pray to my God we go to the feds
We don't go to the
I pray all that don't go to my head
go to my head
I on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
I'm goin' 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 chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
Shit a hundred ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This another
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 again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot
hatin' 'cause my numbers down, what'd 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 Grammys with the
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' lean on the red
Phone tapped, I the feds talkin'
Still out the bando
on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't
I don't it if it ain't foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga it
Got ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the
I all that 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',
Ballin' on 'em like I'm James
I don't it if it ain't foreign
I fuck it if it ain't foreign
Still and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it