Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we payin' attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in they
Certain shit can't be
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
that you got, that shit 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' 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
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old wit' some long money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer 'til the bullshit I did null and void
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make 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, fake my life
Quarter million cash on a new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't open 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, from the cracks and the in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta through it even though 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 gon' ride me?
Aye, who gon' wit' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you to me, dang

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