Luyện nghe bài hát Church Clothes

R.I.P. to Medgar Evers/ R.I.P. to Dr.
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind/ But Al and Jesse speak for me
I'm probably gon catch some flack mayne/ But I'ma swallow this like Pacman
Some of these folks won't tell the truth/ Too busy tryna get them mayne
Church tryna rob my Choir members probably havin gay sex
Pastor manipulatin women/ I wonder which he's gon slay next
pimpin them hope books Like God don't know how broke looks
And tellin me that I'm gon reap a mill/ If I sow these low crooks
Plus I ol' girl a freak/ Now how she singin a solo
I walked in the church wit a snapback/ And they tellin me that's a "nono"?
That's backwords, and I words/ For these actors called pastors
All folks is hypocrites/ And that's why I ain't at church
I'm just doin me/ And I don't wanna face no scrutiny
As long as the church wildin' out/ I can justify all my foolish deeds
Smokin weed, up/ Keep that 'lade up in my cup
Maybe I could the world/ But this porn on my laptop got me stuck
Yeah I know whats right from wrong/ But that there gon sell a song
I rather sell my soul than save it/ If that's what make my long
It better not be no real God/ With real hope, that heals hearts/ That shows me that I ain't up/ To all the things that He put me here for
It not be no real church/ Real saints, who pray hard/ And let me rock my snapback/ With the 501s and the J's on/
It better not be no real folk/ Who don't think that they better than you/ Straight or gay, drunk or high/ They walk through the cold wit chu
Nah we don't see that/ Cause that might mean "life change"/ That might mean I'm worth more/ Than money, cars, sex, and pipe dreams
Better not be no real Real forgiveness, for hurt folks/ If God gon take me as I am/ I guesss I already got on my Church Clothes