Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we payin' attention
Always out business
in they feelins
Certain shit can't be
I'ma go and get it,
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
That the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' broke 'cause think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably
I my partners wit' me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top from the
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
by the sword 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 lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer 'til the bullshit 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 cash 'til he run into me
a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and gettin' fly wit' it too
some action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and them cowards

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

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

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