Luyện nghe bài hát Peace God

I'm eight
I got no but to sling crack
Yo, who you weight for
Dog, I no rat
'Cause rats get found in the back of garbage
With mouth taped up
Lookin' sittin' ducks
Well you look like a sittin' duck and your mouth ain't taped up

What more small the market,
You get up
With what, a friend
I just bought a
Now it's funny you should say
the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the
up

From BK to NJ
tiger style
go

it
it
God

God
You me the voice to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean 'bout to hit the hard
God

You gave me the to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

God
You gave me the to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean 'bout to hit the hard
God

You me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

Yo peace God, these words came a revelation
Whether you or you going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale meditation, put the fire arms away
'Cause we want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talkin' 'bout you
'Cause when you die life ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God, even through war we bring
And after the blood shed then your first son

And you will understand I'm the of the end
The Alpha, Omega, the present, and the
So hold on to Winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead your polyester
Peace god, even we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth, us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me an extra clip
So in case one jam release my twin from my waistband

God
You me the voice to speak, God
God
Wyclef 'bout to hit the streets hard
God

You gave me the to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

God
You me the voice to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean to hit the streets hard
God

You gave me the to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

Ay, yo peace God, I tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong
I wasn't born this way it came to be
Sellin' crack through a alley where the rally
Where the dealer was the
And the fiend was the so they voted for the Government
And ups was only natural
It seem every day a new gun pointed at you

God, yo only God got the answer
And 'bout ya mom dyin' of cancer
But congratulations, I you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Montana
But watch out 'cause I heard wealth bring
Trust me I did for the Kennedies
Until we again feel my words through my pen
And stay in the city of sin

God
You me the voice to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean 'bout to hit the hard
God

You me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

God
You gave me the to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean 'bout to hit the streets
God

You gave me the to speak, God
Masquerade, my to the streets, y'all

God
You me the voice to speak, God
God
Wyclef 'bout to hit the streets hard
God

You me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade, my message to the streets,

God
You gave me the to speak, God
God
Wyclef Jean 'bout to hit the streets
God

You me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade, my message to the streets,