Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Lord

Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I 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 and stay (okay)
Cause to You they wanna me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
I aint walk around town with my chest stuck out,
A frown up my face when the come out.
know what 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 leafs the Gs hang out.
Im stronger than ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I dare ya, poor bears, ya.
Pardon my failure,
But they aint try to ya,
When are gonna hear your ass out,
Send you to the mort, you inside out,
Sing it to your momma till she out.
Too many partners in the now,
These 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,
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 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 he mute my nigga, ???
Dont this with ???
Nigga I to lose a ???
Put you people in the ??? the ??? starts spitting.
Im living, nigga Im him,
Take him 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.
I leave this world they 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,
out my enemy I put something in him.
Feeling thats the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck around and (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
Trice is with aim,
Put a nigga in a frame,
When a niggas so 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, em up, Jehova witnesses,
When the starts spitting, listen.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I grow empty, in me,
point out my I put something in him.
Feeling like the only remedy.
Send him on his way, when I fuck around and (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I got the energy, I let the clip in (okay)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.