Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

Dear Lord, please me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my I put something in him.
Feeling like thats the remedy.
Send him on his way, when I around and stay (okay)
to You they wanna send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
I aint walk around town with my chest stuck out,
A up my face when the press come out.
Niggas know it is one of the best, no doubt.
Doubt that, him and the S is come up out.
niggas need without,
too aggressive niggas rest under where the Gs hang out.
Im back than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I dare ya, poor bears, ya.
Pardon my failure,
But they try to hear ya,
When are gonna hear your ass out,
Send you to the mort, turn you out,
Sing it to your momma she pass out.
Too partners in the casket now,
These foul bastards appreciate life so fuck em,
The P neena stay dumping.
Lord, please forgive me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.
Feeling thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, I fuck around and stay (okay)
Cause to You 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,
Yall feel him,
In the streets he my nigga, ???
confuse this 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,
him, pilgrimage to another region.
Them XTC got niggas demons.
When the weapons spill, the niggas bleeding.
Fore I this world they gon believe him,
O. aint deceiving these people, feeding em.
The what hes breathing,
Its all good, him in the box of wood.
Dear Lord, forgive me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.
Feeling thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck and stay (okay)
Cause to You wanna 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 niggas so to bang,
Cuz a niggas switching lanes in European thang.
be mad at ya boy, boy,
Handel business, cuz he the toy-toy.
envious, crunch em up, Jehova witnesses,
When the semi spitting, listen.
Dear Lord, forgive me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.
Feeling like thats the remedy.
Send him on his way, I fuck around and stay (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I grow empty, in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.