Luyện nghe bài hát He Told Me

[Chorus:
Our father, your desire?
We you things in praise, your name we call upon
Through these trying times we have to find
We put our in you
You give us strength to do the we wanna dooooo

Bone]
Not a party, but we did it children study in school
I refuse to get deep deep inside of the mystery to that it's you
How many are true?
Never could stress me out, thinkin attention of
Mention the representation of plus I'm lacin up the boots
out of the wonderment now
Massage a thought, never be my style
Shoulda been bred they brought, go and some perfect wild
Forever in a day and including now, beautiful love when nobody's
How could I clown when so profound, you know what I'm talkin about
for round and pound for pound, Heavenly Father I praise him now
Our and savior Jesus Christ, Lord comin in on a cloud
Never adultery, phsyical thinkin outtakes the spiritual
Never the fact that, bad medicine, leads to sickness literal
I think you too hard
And yes, comin up out they yard
do you see? I see them soldiers takin charge, march
I see them soldiers charge, march

[Bizzy
In the God of the name of Jesus
The father, the son and the holy
Said in Psalm 7, "You do others as you would want them to do to you"
Honor mother, father, praise God
Love your brother and it'll be one
To the day way sinnin be livin and it'll be alone, oh - it, heh, ooh
What they do? I see jealousy, element of people in the family
out the medley, ow, we sinnin up felonies; thank you
Praise God runnin and the police you
Elementary in the love 'til the women come out to beef
and I'll shank you, shook you, you - heh, heh
And runnin in the belly of the I stank you, element shank you
And it's worse a canker sore, don't let 'em flank you, thank you
Don't let 'em flank you,
I you think too hard
And yes, we're up out they yard
Tell me do you see?
I see some takin charge as they march

[Bizzy
that song to the Bentley{?} swangin
the wind is changin, spirit be
as it seems in these crazy dreams, lean, on Jesus he's as one
That's the real thing, that's the real team, got some cream
Poppa makin honey, not money but the bling
Bada-boom bada-bing, and let your ring
Oh me, I'm mystical as ever all clerical, no little bits in the today
Cannibals pullin out a can of bullshit
That bullshit, tell the bitches away
Scan away, been broke with a script
in the name of our lord and savior; Christ
In the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit all of it
why

[Outro: Bone]
Holla back, one God
I want you to it just like that
Whatever, whatever happen
They gotta like this shit
to mumble]
Tell them motherfuckers out here for me
I want you 'em somethin
I want you to these mudder-fuckers
I said they can kiss my ass!