Luyện nghe bài hát Peace God

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

more small the market, Clef
You get up
what, from a friend
I just bought a
Now it's funny you say that
'Cause the gun looks bigger you
Now get your ass in the house
up

From BK to NJ
Crouchin' 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 gave me the to speak, God
Masquerade, my message to the streets,

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

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

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

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

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

Peace God, yo only God got the
And sorry 'bout ya mom of cancer
But congratulations, I heard you no a runner
You a big man now, the black Montana
But watch out 'cause I heard wealth envy
Trust me I did sing for the
we meet again feel my words through my pen
And pure in the city of sin

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

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

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