Luyện nghe bài hát Pray for Me

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

You know we payin' attention
Always out business
Niggas in they
Certain shit can't be
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that 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 got an extension
Everybody broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that probably rented
I know my wit' me
Ain't no 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

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 momma
Tryna block mine, boy, you get out, hah
I'm wit' the you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all ya
Listen, I worried 'bout the small 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 sic my dogs on 'em
care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my 'til the wheel 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 niggas it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't through it, don't 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 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 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, fake my life
Quarter million cash on a new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle
Trap nigga whippin' work in a
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper
used to be take Atlanta
Spread it makin' it in Savannah
my play up the East Coast
I tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
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 wit' the truth
When you owe me and then fly wit' it too
Bringin' action, survive wit' it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get and dodgin' them cowards

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

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

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I even, ahhm
It me feel like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South
It me feel good
This here, this ones for the pull-up