Luyện nghe bài hát Preach

I the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy
These niggas know what up, I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I that heat, You know I be steppin'

I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in trenches
Yo' gone cheat on you for nothing
So I'm done these bitches
I think about it every minute, Ain't my mission
On my I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by won't tell 'em I did it
I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I it
Put 20 on his head, They catch him I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like "Father, me"

Was sellin' fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'
The getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners
Before I on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'
Movin' like he get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
Nigga ain't me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll you something
Bitches think they slick, They all so I'll never love em'
Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll trust her

the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed
This the story of a who was in them streets
Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do for me
Why the I'm showing you so much love?
And bitch you me

Keandre dead, The thing I think about is Tyler
I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm
think I'm dumb
You got me fucked up I got knowledge
They give a fuck about how I feel
They know my problems

Just you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said
I let some off in the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the for you, I'm livin' red
Showin' to them niggas they might bust my head
Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you
Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me
I ain't up on my mission,
fuck you mean bitch I was hustlin'
Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady

Montana about my pain and everything I told him
I told him watch he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to me
Youngboy a soldier, I what my grampa told me

Batty if you cross imma' take your life
I'm of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight
Tell my brother and my sons it's gone be alright
to the end, it's a way of life

Young nigga fillin' up his arm some heroin
He was abandoned as a screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that Nigga MURDER
Livin' wrong or right, trustin' till the his time come

Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad I was neva' here
Where I come from I keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma' forgive me for all the I use to trip
Know its a purpose in this why I need to live
It ain't too

They don't give a fuck me, Bitch
I did for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up
Out the flap I gotta' smile in nobody face
tell me bout all y'all
problems, don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?
Bitch I feelin' like I'm finna die
Bitch I cry
for all them young niggas who gone
And all the people who miss babies, You heard me?
Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't my life no betta'

Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some
He was as a child screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that mean? MURDER
Livin' wrong and right, nobody till the his time come

Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take life
I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's be alright
NBA'ing to the end, a way of life