Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some long
try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it,
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me it
One thing about a nigga, he gon' talk cash 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 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 a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
some action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and dodgin' cowards

Yeah, from the 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 that you for me

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

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