Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

Dear Lord, please me the more 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 around and stay (okay)
to You they wanna send me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
I aint gotta around town with my chest stuck out,
A up my face when the press come out.
know what it is one of the best, no doubt.
Doubt that, him and the S is come up out.
Aggression need without,
too aggressive niggas rest under leafs where the Gs out.
Im back than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I dare ya, poor bears, ya.
my positivity failure,
But they aint try to ya,
When niggas are gonna hear ass out,
Send you to the mort, you inside out,
Sing it to your momma she pass out.
Too many partners in the now,
These foul bastards dont life so fuck em,
The P neena neena dumping.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the 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, I fuck around 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,
gotta feel him,
In the he mute my nigga, ???
Dont confuse this ???
Nigga I refuse to a ???
Put you people in the ??? the ??? starts spitting.
Im living, nigga Im him,
Take him his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
him leaving his children,
Peel him, to another region.
XTC pills got niggas demons.
When the weapons spill, the niggas bleeding.
Fore I leave this they gon believe him,
O. aint deceiving these people, feeding em.
The hoods 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.
like thats the only 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)
Trice is nice aim,
Put a nigga in a frame,
a niggas so determined to bang,
Cuz a niggas switching lanes in that 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.
Lord, please forgive 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 fuck around and (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I grow empty, in me,
point out my enemy I put in him.