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 always payin'
Always out handlin'
Niggas in feelins
Certain shit be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
That ain't the way that I 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 broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit rented
I know my wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit,

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll 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 wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' long money
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the run it
Got my chrome on his then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
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 niggas know it all, 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 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 gon' talk cash shit 'til he run me
Drop a on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter million cash on a 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 keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
When you live that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but could not be alive the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get money and them cowards

Yeah, from the cracks and the in the pavement
no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

Who gon' wit' me?
Aye, who gon' wit' me?
Yeah, death before but you lied to me, dang
Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who gon' ride 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 like everything
It's just nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
It me feel good
This right here, this for the pull-up