Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the
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 always attention
out handlin' business
Niggas in feelins
shit can't be given
I'ma go and get it,
got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured thirty and ten of us niggas
See, the way we kick it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' broke 'cause they I can fix it
that you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners me
no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top the gutter
the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you that you are not 'bout
Old wit' some long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I ain't worried the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel
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 how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it,
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
Look at God, he do it
run a bag up to Summer good '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 gon' talk cash shit 'til he run me
Drop a bankroll on his bitch, make 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 that
nigga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done tested the caliber, YFN
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you
you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive 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 through it even though you hate it
All I ask is you pray for me

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

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