Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the 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

You know we payin' attention
Always out handlin'
in they feelins
Certain shit can't be
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, that's the way we it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' 'cause they think I can fix it
that you got, that shit probably rented
I my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some money
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 dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest know it all, don't it?
Nigga, it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started dope for my first born, I swear
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did 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 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 that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it then it in Savannah
my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

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