Luyện nghe bài hát Mom Praying

Ooh, I hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin
"Somebody just, reach out and, help me"

Eight and four years and gran still kickin'
at ma, still whippin'
Still keep a strap, won't to give the kids whippins
to make it to heaven, still livin'
Make a visit, by the weed spot grab a dub
I know gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, aroma of her food cookin'
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed

Hit the basement, holla at uncle Doc, nephew, wit snu
Where dudes, your new mission
We it up he cold frontin'
I this nigga wanna hold somethin'
I grams upstairs preppin' for church
Matchin' up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and
I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the man
Even though I know he teachin', damn

All I is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, me"
all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin'
"Somebody just reach out and, help me"

cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
And I peace right here in your arms
By the way, how you along, huh?
I know it's been tough bearing the pain since been gone
But, all in all, you stood tall and never shedded a tear
I'm thankin' God you still
'Cause, only Heaven all my heartaches and setbacks

from a high school dropout to shovelin' wet wax
I'm never forget that, look in your eyes
you told me that my grandfather died
It was nothing had happened, and I'm knowin that you miss him
But to death, is just the side of a good Christian
And I him, just words, and I lived it in life
And I take it by step, but I take it in Christ

I'm knowin I can't make it alone
You told me not to buy you a new house because in Heaven's home
And as hurt as I was, I had to smile
And thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one sister
And I'm never gon' ya
Heaven sent us an Angel and the gon' miss ya, mama

All I is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit
"Somebody oughta just, out and, help me"
That's all I hear is moms prayin', I hearin' gran sayin'
"Somebody just reach out and, help me"

I'm in love two women, the one that birth me
And the one that her, know that you gotta hurt me
Before you hurt her or her, or hurt them or hurt we
I cursed see the worsest death, beat you niggas to a breath
Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all vest
I'm all out for umma
Christian Caffer, though I the path of the Sura
What can I do but bow down and offerings

For the with the softest skin
picturin' grams tuckin' me in
Breakin' me out of her purse
Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash nurse
One woman, ten boys, daughters
story house wit no supporter
Damn, you wanna get your in order
Words from the oldest boy of your daughter

All I is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit
"Somebody just, reach out and, help me"
That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep gran sayin'
"Somebody oughta reach out and, help me"

"Somebody oughta reach out and, help me"
"Somebody oughta reach out and, help me"