Luyện nghe bài hát Pray For Em

DC, unos, dos, tres,
El Chapo!

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

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

People locked me, put them on me
why I got these chains on me
Audemars, I got a on me
a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This level
Flood the Rollie, get bezel
She dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we ever settle
to jail, came back 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 they can pop shit,
trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit
Niggas hatin' my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem like you Diddy
Pop spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em new to me, fuckin' bitches ain't new to me
Summers,
10 summers been at the tempo like I'm Mustard
At the Grammys with the
the trappers, you a busta
Spillin' on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the talkin'
Still out the bando
Moonwalkin' on damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin',
on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't it if it ain't foreign
I don't it if it ain't foreign
eatin' and I ain't tourin', nigga gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie it

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

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