Luyện nghe bài hát Church featCharlie Murphy

[Reverend
Ha ha ha haa
and sisters we're gathered here today
to to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Charlie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother

[Fab:] Preach, Brother
[Rev.:]
[Fab:] Brother preach
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother,
Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh

1]
Yo, I through my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my
Broads is watchin me they leech to my trap
Tha Jesus on my neck reach to my lap
I you to rap in my Sunday School
bitches get a one day rule
You gotta be Monday, cool?
Or she stroke a stick like the hun play pool
If not you gotta walk like a runway
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray
If you keep sayin your prayers one day you'll..
..be blessed like me 'til then stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They should make wit my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya scream
I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya

[Reverend
Now in this world we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya
pimps take what they want
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
pimps, mean pimps

2]
I feel like the of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range and nod
It's like I was put here to put in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the
Put pairs in the
I even put 20 inch in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on them
Dis verse is like that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me knowin that they be sinners
But, sense of relief
And I ain't been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He away
And I can do the same thing when I with the 'K
If a nigga a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the club I get in
So if heaven got a ghetto I fit right in
God me

[Reverend
Now just kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
A ho, or an international ho?
A ho, or a broke ass ho?

3]
Yea, me momma got my from the Baptist who made
tha wrong wit the women and died for it
You make the moves when you come and you try for it
New City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's broads
I'm the gospel
I hit my wit the coke that'll heal a sick
soon as it get in nostrils
A Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ
And a day or two, be a morgue aroma
While I go to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm the Uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't
When I'm in the Beamer they released 'em to the Germans
You got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man wit you?
Can I get an

talking]
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know
Ya a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a eye on on the game whenever they play
piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, Like think you did it
They hate change (They change)
And hate progress
hate me and they hate you
They they own momma
'cause they think its her fault they ain't got shit
But I'm to tell ya today
That if you a
Then you are the outter take or your own (Amen)
And someody put 25 dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the
And buy me a sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be back
Tha Reverend Brown
And you ever forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous,
Bitch ass
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