Luyện nghe bài hát Eye Pray

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

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the
I hope I beat case
I hope I down 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: Lil
you my Lord
Fendi for my sores
all my ice on my whores
They love that bling when it
My triple-two shooter, he stay that Ruger
He'll do ya, do ya, if you act you 'bout it
Winnin' a beef with Lil Bitch I doubt it (fuck nah)
Tweeted bitch back now she feelin' clouted
Bitch, shut the fuck up, me father
New diamond chain, proper
Gold Cartiers got me like a robber
Chillin' in the studio, gunmen and robbers
But ayy what it do,
Old niggas Boat, the new hip-hop
And I bet that made you mad
Bitch, 'em
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
I hope I touch down the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I
I touch down 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 of crocs
Snakeskin band on the
Just bought a new and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs what an does
Everybody heavy, we got love
Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the
Bentleys, all about the
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 hope I get the
I hope I this case
I hope I down with 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 3: Fa$t
Dash, fast, up in that gas back
Smokin' kush out that
Savage dawg, oh my God, You made me mad
Don't you ever make me mad
I've been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that tax
Put a [?] the [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a
time 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 always know we gon'
All bitches know praying for blow
Sellin' snort, snow on the bluff
Got 30, that 40, don't ever act up

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

[Verse 4: Rich the
Young nigga, I'm with the yola, Coca-Cola
Choppin' the with the cola
at my wrist it's on Polo
Yeah we winnin', keep on winnin'
Niggas hatin', I'm gon' on jiggin'
Ayy, up, my ceilin' was missin'
Young nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she Give me top now
Ayy, I can't stop... six bitches
your bitch make her go missin'
You cuffin' that ho, you
Walk out the bank with a
too cold

[Chorus: Gucci
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I I get the dope
I I beat this case
I hope I down with 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