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 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 shit can't be
go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin',
ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we it
of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' broke 'cause think I can fix it
Everything that you got, shit probably rented
I know my wit' me
Ain't no this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

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

Made it to the top the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from never 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 shit you know you are not 'bout
Old nigga 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 it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my on 'em
Don't care how many police you on 'em
Ridin' wit' my 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the 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 lived through it, don't talk it, yeah
totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I
Look at God, he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good the bullshit I did null and void
pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing a sucka nigga, he gon' 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 fake my
Quarter million cash on a new jet
Crowd me, nah, can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em that
Trap nigga whippin' in a Bando
You violate, got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I ran 'em
scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take
Spread it then it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East
I done the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' shit in the
you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
I would talk but not be alive wit' the truth
you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
Bringin' some action, survive it too
Swear, I'm on nothin' but power
I get money and them cowards

Yeah, from the cracks and the in the pavement
no hope 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 ride wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' wit' me?
Aye, who ride wit' me?
Yeah, death dishonor but you lied to me, dang

This next beat is so god damn that I don't even, ahhm
It me feel like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' South shit
It makes me feel
This right here, this ones for the