Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless Your Heart

I'm on the up
Jump up, I my gun up
Joe Jackson trapping, I beat the sun up
That's how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a of
On Memorial in the Cutlass
I'm bumping (U Way)
Feel I'm hitchhiking
flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
'Cause like on trees
just how we was hung up
One
MTV, is unplugged
Stacking this reminds me of momma's lasagna
From double entendres
The child of and Tanya
a gap-toothed genius
Word to my Jelanda, uh
Twist up this 'til I go over yonder
They say I got too will, like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since 'Ye in the 'go
Y'all niggas slow if that dawned on you like kitchen soap

God bless heart, ha
God your heart, yeah, huh
God your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious
Yeah, God bless your

I came, I saw, I conquered like Caesar
"No time for leisure," that's the overachiever saids
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that's what your spread
I wrote everything in red that's what Jesus said
My read
My partner fed scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that's what the preacher
"Just a in a Coupe," that's what Yeezus said
Until you — the feds, ha
those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you pee'd the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, die behind these bars
'Cause when I put the pen to pad they should them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I to dip and dab
Flipping
I like my cars and my fast
Bitches my presence 'cause I got the Gift of Gab
My low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a new Mercedes car, ha
It's your lineage, show 'em I'm not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and twins, I'm tryna have too many kids
Not out of
had a scared pops
Worked jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my stop
Breaking through people stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big Lamont's the red fox
And I had a who thought that she was headstrong
Had to the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the friend had me calling collect home
And she my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain't her fault, I was misguided and on
Huh, but I ain't

God your heart, ha
God your heart, yeah, huh
God bless heart, yeah
Be thankful his let us say all these precious thoughts
God your heart