Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's gonna be some shit you might not
But, you may have to rewind shit a few times
Heaven,
it out

I know ain't a promise
That's why I one day at a time
So when my turn, they'll be no crying
I'm aware when my number's called I'm punchin' the clock
No for screamin' at me momma, I'm out

And plus I wasn't really here to start with, let that be told
My old was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold
I said '3', all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count
When your own bloods bitter and your bounce

Who the fuck is you trust when your road dog is schemin'?
And other corner, you're passin' a different demon
And now the clouds is open, I'm this
Your families, your backbone, your friends ain't

Now I it when Rhonda was sayin', "Back in the days"
When our homeboys left, she the only stayed
For that very reason, I'm a try and give her the
Found Heaven in the of a girl, everybody's sayin'

My angel, my
Bless the day that I found Heaven in the of a girl
My best friend, my good
Bless the day that I found in the form of a girl

to different scriptions, they teach on God
And if you ain't met him, don't speak on God
I'm serious about religion, ain't no song
I'm niggas makin' up scriptions, and playin' along

Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' folks
But you can tell he a Christian, by the way that he spoke
I pray for everbody, hopin' that hear that voice
The one that paralyzes you head down, boy

When you're aware of your surroundings, yet you still move
Water shootin' outta your you hear this dude
And the is much louder, than the voice that you
was the voice of the Holy Spirit
Who your life, when you hear it?

And the morn', you wake up and the world look lighter
The grass greener, and the sun
I know the feelin' hand, I witnessed the sights
When I the Lord to come in my life

And it was
(Heaven, Heaven)
But I'm a man, I perfect

That's a poor excuse, that workin'
I him for forgiveness, for every sin I commit
Hopefully he let me stay on his list
I'm tryin' to get to

America the Beautiful, be so cold
How do you our seeds gonna grow?
you trap us in the ghetto
And show love, to the muthafuckers

While we here starvin' at home
I'd cry, if I thought, that me a tear might help
Then again, me tears don't help
call up to the President, and see if he know help

Let him know you up shit yourself, we all sinners
the winter, with no socks, and no shoes
In a position, where we all gon'
Tell the penitentiaries, we gonna need more

Or what the fuck is we do?
Sit and let the world pass us by?
on a message from the Revrand
And he ain't but man, tryin' to get to
(Heaven)