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 fuck and stay (okay)
Cause to You they send me,
And I aint got the energy, I let the in (okay)
I aint walk around town with my chest stuck out,
A frown up my face when the press 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 rest under leafs the Gs hang out.
Im back stronger ever.
D-boy, so its whatever, however, whenever.
I dare ya, poor bears, ya.
Pardon my failure,
But they try to hear ya,
When niggas are hear your ass out,
Send you to the mort, turn you out,
Sing it to your momma till she out.
Too partners in the casket now,
These foul dont appreciate life so fuck em,
The P neena stay dumping.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I live I empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.
Feeling like the only 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 aint all about his mouth,
He do for a living,
Yall feel him,
In the he mute my nigga, ???
confuse this with ???
Nigga I to lose a ???
Put you people in the ??? when the ??? spitting.
Im living, nigga Im him,
him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
Picture him his children,
Peel him, pilgrimage to region.
Them XTC got niggas demons.
When the weapons spill, the same bleeding.
Fore I this world they gon believe him,
O. aint deceiving people, just feeding em.
The what 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,
point out my enemy I put in him.
Feeling like thats the 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,
a niggas so determined 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,
the semi starts spitting, listen.
Dear Lord, please forgive me the more I I grow empty, nothing in me,
point out my enemy I put 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)
(A capella)
Dear Lord, please forgive me the I live I grow empty, nothing in me,
out my enemy I put something in him.