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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Our Father in heaven, be your name
Your come, you will be done
On earth as it is in

Got my chariot
You I'm stayin' alive
Be it or Hades
You know I survive
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
Keep my feet above
Yea, you know that I'm
Got my in full swing
Yea, can phase me
low, swing low
Swing low, low
And
And

All niggas rappers
rappers, greatest actors
Me, I kept it
Me, I did it, this my chapter
here where bodies lay
Mumified and on
Zulu with the
Freein' weapons be the up and
You gon' make me catch a body them fuckin' rappers do
Or you gon' make me to make a record about fuckin' you
You gon' make me have to have gold teeth and tattoos
You gon' me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you
Shut the late in Dublin, purple fluid in my cup and
Broken dreams and wet dreams, alcohol inside my gut
All you say is, "fuck me better"
Chicken up on my sweater
Fast food and bad mood's equivalent of better
Yea, I keep my 'fro
Camel heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
Toe tags and handbags, the smell make my sag
Portraits of my mama's face, knows I'm sayin' grace
This here be my take

Got my chariot
You know I'm stayin'
Be it or Hades
You know I gotta
low, swing low
Swing low, low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my angels in full
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
low, swing low
And
And

93 my date
King [?]
His penmanship resonate and legacy deteriorate
In relay, yea
stimulate, yea
regulate, yea
Try to educate, yea
imitate, yea, yea, yea
Two big for the low, you snake
Our dreams they came in
I was always to win
Crack heads in city
Love me, keep me
to my lover-hoe
She hold me down, I'm
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Now I'm prayin', "hallelujah," I'm not the shooter
up, that record spinnin'
Way before rap been winnin'
Y'all was steady chickens
in my mama's kitchen
Champagne and lovely fortify my old soul
Cause doin' numbers that I multiplied, I don't know
Every single I be cryin' at my old hoes
and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate y'all

Got my chariot
You I'm stayin' alive
Be it Heaven or
You know I gotta
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
my feet above everything
Yea, you that I'm crazy
Got my angels in full
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
And
And