Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we always payin'
out handlin' business
Niggas in they
shit can't be given
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably
I know my wit' me
Ain't no this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember 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
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't 'bout the small run it
Got my on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til 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 it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
Skully pulled up, in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk shit 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million cash on a new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, even open eye when you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' cowards

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

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