Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it on him, dead 'em
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my '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 ain't lived through it, don't 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' 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, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million 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, retaliation got me
I a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

Who gon' ride me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me,
Who gon' 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 me feel like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, dirty South shit
It makes me feel
This right here, this ones for the