Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I grow empty, in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.
Feeling thats the only remedy.
him on his way, when I fuck around and stay (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
I aint gotta around town with my chest stuck out,
A frown up my when the press come out.
know what it is one of the best, no doubt.
Doubt that, test him and the S is up out.
Aggression need without,
too aggressive niggas rest under leafs the Gs hang out.
Im back than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I dare ya, bears, bear ya.
Pardon my failure,
But they aint try to ya,
When niggas are gonna your ass out,
Send you to the mort, turn you out,
it to your momma till she pass out.
Too many partners in the now,
foul bastards dont appreciate life so fuck em,
The P neena stay dumping.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.
Feeling like the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck around and (okay)
to You they wanna send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
Now Trice aint all running his mouth,
He do for a living,
gotta feel him,
In the streets he my nigga, ???
Dont confuse with ???
Nigga I to lose a ???
Put you people in the ??? the ??? starts spitting.
Im living, Im kicking him,
him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
Picture him his children,
Peel him, pilgrimage to region.
Them XTC pills got demons.
the weapons spill, the same niggas bleeding.
Fore I leave this world gon believe him,
O. aint deceiving people, just feeding em.
The hoods hes breathing,
Its all good, him in the box of wood.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I empty, nothing in me,
point out my I put something in him.
like thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck and stay (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
Trice is nice aim,
Put a nigga in a frame,
When a so determined to bang,
Cuz a niggas lanes in that European thang.
be mad at ya boy, boy,
Handel business, cuz he the toy-toy.
Niggas envious, crunch em up, witnesses,
When the starts spitting, listen.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.
Feeling like thats the remedy.
Send him on his way, when I around and stay (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.