Luyện nghe bài hát Preach

I turned the preacher daughter bad, I I'm a dummy
These know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I that heat, You know I be steppin'

I miss the just like my granny, My heart in them trenches
Yo' girl cheat on you for nothing
So I'm with these bitches
I think it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission
On my I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives tell 'em I did it
I told that I love him, On Dave I meant it
Put 20 thousand on his head, catch him I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like "Father, me"

Was sellin' weed up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'
The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my
Before I call on you, I put my trust up in choppa'
Movin' like he get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him
I don't give a fuck if we together, I'll show you something
Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never em'
Bre was my first but she changed so I'll never trust her

This the files of a nigga who ain't neva'
This the of a child who was in them streets
Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do for me
Why the I'm showing you so much love?
And bitch you me

Keandre dead, The thing I think about is Tyler
I'm full of pain and up every morning and I'm smilin'
They think I'm
You got me up I got plenty knowledge
They don't a fuck about how I feel
don't know my problems

Just cause you around me, I ain't bout everything you said
I let some shots off in the air for my dead
Do anything in the for you, I'm livin' red
love to them niggas they might bust my head
Mad a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'
Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't me nothing
I give up on my mission,
fuck you mean I was steady hustlin'
Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I strugglin'

Montana know about my pain and everything I him
I him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that cell bitch I was with no one to hold me
Youngboy a soldier, I remember my grampa told me

Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your
I'm full of drugs so die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's be alright
NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of

Young fillin' up his arm with some heroin
He was as a child screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that mean? MURDER
Livin' wrong or right, trustin' till the his time come

Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva'
Where I come from I gotta keep bitch up on my hip
Momma' me for all the times I use to trip
Know its a purpose in world why I need to live
It ain't too

They don't give a bout me, Bitch
I did for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up
Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody
Y'all tell me all y'all
problems, y'all don't ask how I'm huh?
Bitch I been feelin' I'm finna die
I cry alone
This for all young niggas who gone
And all the who miss they babies, You heard me?
Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all making my life no betta'

Young nigga fillin' up his arm with heroin
He was as a child screaming red rum
You spell it backwards, What that Nigga MURDER
wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come

Batty if you cross imma' take your life
I'm of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' and my sons it's gone be alright
to the end, it's a way of life