Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Have Mercy

Preacher me don't set trip on a Sunday
damn well that demo gettin' played Monday

Lord have
Please Heaven's
Lord have
Please Heaven's
Na-na-na na-na

Never, ever get caught tellin' on my niggas
I'm a gangbanger, deadbeat father and drug
the money and fame gone, tell me who stayin' with you
Runnin' God's creation
Shakin' these broken hands and meetin' with blank
Snake eyes keepin' my back
Dirty of rappin' and bein' savage
Still hangin' with niggas that can't do nothin' but damage
Guess I'm bein' a real nigga like I'm to be
But bein' real once bought the groceries and
Top told me keep rappin', you'll it hopefully
And hope was all I needed, dreamin' myself to work
This workin' affair was than bullet holes in my shirt
The demons hate you make it and stay alive
They'd rather see me down under see me fly
Lord mercy!

Lord have
Heaven's mercy
Lord mercy
Heaven's mercy