Luyện nghe bài hát I Testify

This is wrong
No at home
is what's wrong
No jobs to
is what's wrong
Too many lying in church too cry and hurt
Too try'na lurch we be hurting too long
I
I
I tell the truth I my hand
I tell ya the feelings of man in the sand
I tell you how they lost lost and just understand
I talk for 'em let me you understand

You know how many people have been this mother fucker
People really scared round this mother
If you don't a program for the Mac and the Sam
gonna grow up like Greg and his big brothers
Nigga tired of making music and they money
Niggas spending money but making none
Now your right in front of stoves nose run
Mother fucker did I

You made money in crime
Put they hands through the
And Marvin Gaye said going on
Holies in Cali and Texas high
You looking dumb what's going on
I ain't hating on Trump I'm saying
No day for travel on some plane
We need get us let
The water they be drinking is dirty as the
Black man data left us in the rain
Shot us in the when they saw are fucking heat
Got us on the back thought we couldn't back
We're on strikes fuck Bill Clinton
We're in the try'na get gold well
is too high most of the rich never went
So why do we
You can have insurance but they still wont pay the whole for you
Wake up life is too real for you

This is what's
No love in
This is what's
No jobs to
is what's wrong
Too lying in church too many cry and hurt
Too try'na lurch we be hurting too long
I
I
I the truth I hold my hand
I ya the feelings of every man in the sand
I tell you how lost lost and just don't understand
I talk for 'em let me you understand

You know why the kids overweight
Cuz all you let 'em do is play on that iPod
You don't let 'em run and play they used to do back in the day
So they never loose wait when try hard
Nigga 'em on the arm board
Got caught go a kush
You see the pussy
I

Nigga said that he was so he ratted
That ain't why he ratted ratted cuz the nigga he won't a pussy
Race I don't wanna be a race car
Stay the fuck might get hit with a
Cuz a bitch tell a lie for a dollar
The same bitch who would die for a dollar
That wont pay the teacher but pay the judge
Where the cure of diabetes you get it up
You'll get it up
They don't wanna niggas so they thinking 'bout the money
don't give a fuck
I'm just tired of seeing got the wrong
What I'm seeing with my eyes is a scene
White boy 9 black people in a church
He was hungry to get that bitch King

This is wrong
No in home
is what's wrong
No jobs to
is what's wrong
Too many lying in too many cry and hurt
Too try'na lurch we be hurting too long
I
I
I tell the I hold my hand
I tell ya the feelings of every man in the
I tell you how they lost and just don't understand
I talk for 'em let me you understand
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