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 through it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

You know we always payin'
Always out business
in they feelins
Certain can't be given
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us
See, the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us got an extension
Everybody playin' broke 'cause they I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably
I know my partners me
Ain't no this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard ounces for my brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, 'em
too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' 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
Skully pulled up, 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 main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my
Quarter cash on a brand new jet
me, nah, nobody can do that
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 the bands I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my up the East Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on but power
I get money and them cowards

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

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

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