Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Candy

[Verse 1: the Rapper]
She could say in her voice, in her way that she me
With her eyes, with her smile, her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am the of her prayers
Her nieces and her nephews are just pieces of the
Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus Christ and
I got a so I'm singing for my grandma
You singing too, but your grandma ain't my
Mine's is hand made, pan fried, sun
Southside, and beat the by a landslide
Praying her hands tied, president of my fan club
Stand tall, told me I should bring my butt to church

[Hook: Jamila (2x)]
You gotta move it
Take and eat my like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the week
I've been praying for you, you're my candy

[Bridge: Woods]
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna
Rain down tired, it's rain
You better on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
Rain down tired, gonna rain

[Verse 2: Chance the
I come to for the candy, your peppermints is the truth
I'm on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with hat on, had to match with the shoes
and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in your pew
I to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding your in place
I like my with a budget, I like my hugs with a scent
You like, light, gas, water, electricity rent
You sound why the gospel choir got so tired
And his praise is basis so I gotta try it
my dreamcatcher, dream team, team captain
Matter fact, I seen you in a minute, lemme take my butt to church
(5x)