Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

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

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under
Buyin' hard for my momma brother
Tryna mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, 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
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
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you 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, talk 'bout it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the I did null and void
Skully up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, 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 'cause the I don't ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it then makin' it in
Runnin' my play up the East
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, even open eye when you shoot
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' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

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