Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

Dear Lord, please forgive me the I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.
Feeling like the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck and stay (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
I aint gotta walk around town my chest stuck out,
A up my face when the press come out.
Niggas know it is one of the best, no doubt.
that, test him and the S is come up out.
Aggression need without,
too aggressive rest under leafs where the Gs hang out.
Im stronger than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I ya, poor bears, bear ya.
my positivity failure,
But they try to hear ya,
When niggas are gonna your ass out,
Send you to the mort, you inside out,
Sing it to your till she pass out.
Too many in the casket now,
These foul dont appreciate life so fuck em,
The P neena neena dumping.
Dear Lord, please me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.
like thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck and stay (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
Now Trice aint all running his mouth,
He do for a living,
Yall feel him,
In the streets he my nigga, ???
Dont confuse this ???
I refuse to lose a ???
Put you in the ??? when the ??? starts spitting.
Im living, nigga Im him,
Take him his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
him leaving his children,
Peel him, pilgrimage to region.
Them XTC got niggas demons.
When the spill, the same niggas bleeding.
Fore I leave this 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, please forgive me the 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, when I fuck and stay (okay)
to You they 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 in that European thang.
be mad at ya boy, boy,
Handel business, cuz he the toy-toy.
envious, crunch em up, Jehova witnesses,
When the starts spitting, listen.
Dear Lord, please 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, when I fuck around and (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please me the more I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.