Luyện nghe bài hát Sing a Prayer 4 Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make sound just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme Rule, sing like Rule
some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz+
That's why I ride, you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, you're so old
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright, then lyrically wrong
No part to piss in, no to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let be by-gones
Rule the icon, who the industry like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' like track
Except runnin' backwards I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the like T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
White gold should be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me