Luyện nghe bài hát I.O.U.

I.O.U. Much,
For everything in the world,
just makes you sit down and on everybody

I.O.U
That a kind word or a kind gesture
and I owe so to so many.

Although i took a path not commely chose, and people might say i look thuggish in
although i still hear my peers sayin zane u aint make it, i can still hear the voice sayin "I know you gonna make it" My Teacher ms.johnson always had a kind word, not once said my dream was obsurd although i looked as school as chore, class was so much more
i love to see that lady thru the door, althought she was much much older she coulld still relate, she had a son of her own that got a son my age.
and the reason i've been sayin that she was and has is 'cause a year ago ms.johson passed. and although i wanna see you to say i owe ya, im so glad i got a chance just to get ya
look at me ms.j im on tv.and if i i would of told god to take me, take me ( i owe you)

I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words explain it (chorus 2x)

Listen...and to my mother how could i begin to repay, nine months hard labor and a place to stay, the years you were there when i aint have no way show me how to make a catch
and to my father, whos a straight hustler, make money dirt, boy i gotta love you, i had parents when my friends didnt have nobody
glad you stayed and stuck together when it got rocky, i coulda give you the world woulda make a dent, toward the things u lent, you gave your time and your effort
never the dough and listen i could go on some more, left your youth, for all days, to raise you, my cost to crime never gave me a chance to raise the roof, i might be the one spittin these words
in booth but i had is yours and that's the truth

I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to words dont explain it (chrous 2x)

I O U for all the times, for all the times you've protected me, for all the i coulda been harmed and i wasnt, i owe u for all the good people u put in my life, to guide me, support me. i o u for every breath, every day.

to god can i please write a i o u 'cause monatary figures just wont do, u can pull a plug and let a straight bullet hit me, instead i feel protected like u really love me, i coulda been in new york when the planes hit, or been chillin with when the tail flipped

i can be your missing child or stuck in the system, i can be a rap artist with no one to listen, i guess it jus wasnt in ur design, it looks like you only wanted zane to shine, so how can I pay you back when i owe so much to ya, I pray u take my soul when its to come to ya,
so i bring flowers to ms.johson for a class in heaven, and my moma a dimaond necklace with a visible sentence, and my pops who loves a cadiallic with rims and such, and to god, can my soul be

I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words dont it (chrous 2x)

TO MS JOHNSON, (I OWE U MUCH)
to my parents for all your
and i forget god (I OWE U MUCH)