Luyện nghe bài hát God Gave Me Style

God me style, God gave me grace
God me style, God give me grace
God put a on my face
God put this smile on my

God me shine like the sun
God make me shine the sun
Sometimes I feel I'm the one
Sometimes I feel I'm the one

It ain't my fault, I just reach for
I'm hot, I it down
It ain't my fault, you break it down
The way I it down

Listen, you can call me you want, black an' ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord love me
my CDs drop, they sell the best
You it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed?

I'm a track star through life, chasin' my dreams
Best I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam
I off thinkin' is there really Heaven or Hell
If so what happens to a man that dies in a cell?

I need no answers to these questions 'cause will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's than a girl
Don't good come from me but my music
It's a gift given from God, so Imma use it,

God gave me style, God me grace
God give me style, God me grace
God put a smile on my
God put this on my face

God make me like the sun
God make me like the sun
I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel I'm the one

It ain't my fault, I reach for style
I'm hot, I breaks it
It ain't my fault, you can't break it
The way I break it

Some days I'm in the crowd, all by
Bunch of niggaz around, I'm by myself
I drift off on a cloud by
Thinkin' nothin' more than life, what else?

These days it's to tell who really cares for me
So when you hear this song, you say a prayer for me
I put a in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard you hear it, know you'll be okay

A O.G. told me, God's favorites have a hard
You're out the hood, good, now stay on the grind
I'm a sponge, knowledge an' wisdom, I fast
I'm in a by myself, you do the math

God gave me style, God gave me
God give me style, God me grace
God put a smile on my
God put this smile on my

God me shine like the sun
God make me shine the sun
Sometimes I like I'm the one
I feel like I'm the one

It ain't my fault, yeah, shout out to Reverend Floyd
It ain't my fault, Dollar, CD Jake
Ms. Chevetti Allah, is here shorty, feels
Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Moore my mama key on me