Luyện nghe bài hát Best Friend

Ain't been much of the church type
But I believe in the days
I walk Hell almost every night
But I it's a pathway
Say boy, you doin' with your life
With those tattoos on your
Say boy, you know that you'll pay the
Well, I guess I'll see I head that way

To the Father, Son and Spirit
I hold You
My friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with appearance
I can hear it
My best friend, best
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and
Behold lyrics
I got a best friend, best
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend,

I don't know much about Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible
I put my love for a woman on
Because I got beat my mama's belt
But I learned from my
Try hard to people for what they believing in
But if you spit on my grave
And me Hell then I wish you well
send you straight up to my best friend

To the Father, Son and Spirit
I You nearest
My friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with appearance
I can hear it
My friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and
Behold lyrics
I got a best friend, best
Yeah, I got a best friend, friend, yeah

God, could you arm me with the armor
To calm me when there's drama like
Could have the other way many times
Could turned Dalai with the lama
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking
Recently, but don't it, it's like Clint Eastwood
Looking for peace though, not finna enter
The priesthood, but at least
Make an attempt to show remorse
And to be sort of a repenter
For the people I've a menace to
Not a preacher, but a shit and finisher
Into the of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is
Than is when I
Get attacked so I might say something that might offend you
So if you don't like I rap or
What I have to say on the mic you
Might wanna act just quarterbacks
And a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner
(I got a best friend, friend)
Plus and intestines
And they been yes men
They tell me when I'm fuckin' up
The minute I'm giving it less than
I'm about to and I can feel it coming
Cause something I can barely stomach
And I listen to my gut
So you're my fuckin' belly button
Don't tell me
You ain't my (best friend, friend)
Who you I'm talking 'bout?
Lifts me up I'm down and out
Still to him without a doubt
Still got a (best friend, best friend) it out
there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been a mouth
Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout, outage
They powerless, but crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds, the black
But I be the thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm out
You be D-O-A, they'll
But you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a
Your arch enemy surrounds you now he's all you
Not the doctors at the hospital
Are shiggy-shock you back to life
It's to revive you
word to the diggy doc
Stiggy-stopping is not an
Something I'm not do
I'm the Iggy Pop of when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a
Fill up a syllable like a refillable script
and I shoot
Who you think's my glock I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these
And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get up
you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)

To the Father, Son and Spirit
I You nearest
My best friend, friend
Let the trumpets blow Your appearance
I can hear it
My best friend, best
When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit
Behold lyrics
I got a best friend, friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, friend, yeah