Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

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.
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 walk around town 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 under leafs where the Gs hang out.
Im stronger than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I ya, poor bears, bear ya.
Pardon my failure,
But they aint try to ya,
When niggas are hear your ass out,
you to the mort, turn you inside out,
Sing it to momma till she pass out.
Too many partners in the now,
These foul bastards dont life so fuck em,
The P neena stay dumping.
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)
to You they wanna send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
Now Trice all about running his mouth,
He do for a living,
Yall gotta him,
In the he mute my nigga, ???
confuse this with ???
Nigga I refuse to a ???
Put you in the ??? when the ??? starts spitting.
Im living, Im kicking him,
Take him his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
him leaving his children,
Peel him, to another region.
Them XTC got niggas demons.
the weapons spill, the same niggas bleeding.
Fore I leave world they gon believe him,
O. deceiving these people, just feeding em.
The what hes breathing,
Its all good, him in the box of wood.
Dear Lord, please me the more 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 around and stay (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
is nice with aim,
Put a nigga in a frame,
When a so determined 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,
point out my I put something in him.
like thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck around and (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I I grow empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.