Luyện nghe bài hát I Cry

Our Father, who art in
Thank You Lord, Lord, You Lord

No matter how hard I cry it don't seem loud enough
(That's right, y'all could up and rejoice now)
Lord I hope You're me
(We halfway through the road)
goes out to the lonely streets
(We got another hundred years to go)
And all my sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry it just don't loud enough
(And God is good right God is good)
I hope You're hearing me
(In God is not good sometimes)
This out to the lonely streets
(He's all the time)
And all my sick of crying y'all

I got a letter my nigga in prison
He said he them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry about a
All he needed was a couple

And a few dollars, that way he ain't to worry
About from a nigga
me to check on his old girl
Make it's all good for her and the kids

But Hell I did and then he asked me about his shorty
I hate he asked me about his
'Cause its been years since I saw him

Him not knowing his baby's momma's
And ever since the days he's been
She's trapped in a storm

But he goes on and on about when he gets
And then he mention nigga that did him wrong
Put him right where he started at
But he ain't

So he that them niggaz in his click
ought to pay for that
He did his time, day for day, without turning
'Cause real O G's even take please

No matter how I cry
It just don't loud enough
Lord I hope You're me
goes out to the lonely streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No how hard I cry
It just don't seem enough
Lord I hope You're me
This goes out to the streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

See I pray I pray for everybody
I pray to God bless
way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and of a lot of other things

And the bottom is we gotta set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach love 'cause these days
Us got too much hatred installed in us
The radio and TV just can't get enough this great big old world
I guess it still ain't big enough

But listen cuz I'm holding on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far to drop me off here
keep arguing about religions
While y'all to y'all old books of the Bible
Y'all all out to the last bus to Heaven

See everybody wait, ain't gonna be no fighting
No pushing, no cussing, not at the gate
'Cause everybody gonna there
And niggaz you even like in your first life
They walk by you and speak, so

No how hard I cry
It just don't seem enough
Lord I hope You're me
goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying

No matter how I cry
It don't seem loud enough
I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the streets
And all my brothers sick of crying

No matter, no matter, no matter, no
How I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no how hard I cry
Ooh

Eve and and Biggie become the best of buddies
some money stay together in Heaven
I know them niggaz gonna so much gangsta shit to tell me
And it's gonna feel so good to seeing them

So I'm sending my deepest to those
Who lost family to the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever ain't
Y'all gonna have getting in Heaven

No matter how I cry
It just don't seem loud
Lord I hope You're me
This goes out to the streets
And all my brothers of crying y'all

No matter how I cry
It just don't loud enough
I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely
And all my sick of crying y'all

No how hard I cry
It don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're me
This out to the lonely streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No how hard I cry
It don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope hearing me
This goes out to the streets
And all my brothers of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no
How I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no how hard I cry
(Thank You Lord thank You Lord)
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