Luyện nghe bài hát Mom Praying

Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear 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 hesitate to give the kids
Tryin' to make it to heaven, livin'
Make a visit, stop by the spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food
My favorite, a pot of rice and her chicken

Hit the basement, holla at Doc, nephew, wit snu kickin'
Where dudes, your new mission
We bust it up he cold
I know this nigga hold somethin'
I know grams upstairs preppin' for
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 false teachin',

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

Don't cry mama, your boy done weathered the storm
And I found peace right in your arms
By the way, how you gettin' along,
I know it's tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone
But, all in all, you stood tall and never shedded a tear
I'm thankin' God you still
'Cause, only Heaven knows all my and setbacks

from a high school dropout to shovelin' wet wax
I'm gon' forget that, look in your eyes
When you told me that my died
It was nothing had happened, and I'm knowin that you miss him
But to accept death, is just the side of a good
And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in
And I take it by step, but I take it in Christ

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

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

I'm in love with two women, the one that me
And the one birth her, know that you gotta hurt me
Before you hurt her or hurt her, or hurt them or we
I cursed see the worsest death, beat you to a thirsest breath
Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose
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 lady the softest skin
Keep picturin' grams me in
me out of her change purse
Slash teacher, slash preacher, changed nurse
One woman, ten boys, seven
Three story house wit no
Damn, you wanna get your life in
Words from the oldest boy of your daughter

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