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
out handlin' business
Niggas in they
Certain can't be given
I'ma go and get it,
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 probably got an
Everybody playin' broke 'cause think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably
I know my wit' me
Ain't no this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never be another, yeah
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' ounces for my momma brother
block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not
Old nigga wit' some money
try me, I'ma 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 your ass, you put on 'em
Fuck that shit, still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta 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 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my born, I swear
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully 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 bankroll on his bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't 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
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me
I keep a pistol on me the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
Strategy to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
Know you pussy, can't open eye when you shoot
When you live wit' bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and them cowards

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the
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

Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who gon' ride me?
Yeah, death before but you lied to me, dang
Who ride wit' me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, before dishonor 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 that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South
It me feel good
right here, this ones for the pull-up