Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Sunday

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"i'll fight for you the day I die"

Yeah.. yeah.. yo
Gipp keep it slow poke, out the side with no rope
Sit in the tub, flick the and soak
Pull up, jump out, and I strut for em
And if got problems, i'ma cut for em
In this atmosphere now you can smoke thick
Shells bail like tailbacks for hoes
Drag my ass down the air I care
Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an
Makin money off these breakdown
We got this zone, get own
move on before your folk get split, you won't forget
The df put it down, now get down, or sit

Sunday mornin, me feel
So godly, me, if I shake your soul..

I my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the but it didn't leave a sucka froze
Like he just to stuff a whole ki up in his nose
On all
You hit em high I hit em low, for this
Yo heart gon' bust out here, we comin full speed
We deep and you lift you up off of your feet
At the lift, of the glass, victory
Clean cut but I dirty
Uhh, you fair, I teach
I spot this pig in yo' face like you never eatin pork
Or beast, ? ? ? ?
Tenacious on his grill, uhh, hall of famer
With no fears, blood and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit

Sunday mornin, makes me
So godly, pardon me, if I your soul..

The boy got it bad cause he is rich
The po' boy got it bad he is po'
The bad boy got it bad cause he grow
The good gul got it good cause she got
It runs in no undeveloped considered lame
Same like mechanics do it, baby who her buick
Repaired don't no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
Make woo it, a nigga, sperm it tickle
We wiggle, ? ? like dill pickle
In autumn, fall, into the bottom of black,
Make a left on cause that's where I'm at
Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my
add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber
Like uhh, in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh
and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so
Nothing you can do can be new up the sun
Depending sun you live under you can be the one on

Sunday mornin, makes me
So godly, me, if I shake your soul..

Sunday mornin, me feel
So godly, me, if I shake your soul..

Sunday mornin, makes me
So godly, me, if I shake your soul..