Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Baby Jesus

[Frank
King Martin
Sweet Queen
Sweet Malcom
Sweet Queen
Sweet Mother
Sweet Joesph, Sweet Jesus

We made it in
Baby Jesus,ooooh
oh Sweet Jesus
We made it in

Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We it in america
Sweet Jesus, oooh
We made it in

West]
I my mama I was on the come up
She said "you to school I'll give you a summer"
she met No Id and gave me his nubmer
10 years she's driving a hummer
Niggas hustle everyday for a beat Ye
What i do? Turn around and give them to Jay
And I'm rapping on the beat they to buy
I geuss I'm getting off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the
Started a little blog just to get some
Old folks'll tell you not to play in
A million and the web crashes - damn!
South Park had them all
Now all my niggas designing and we all
Ignore the critics to say we did it
This ain't no fashion show, motherf-cker, we it

[Verse 2 -
I allegiance, uh, to my Grandma
For banana pudding, our piece of Americana
Our pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh wake Nana!
a republic, that still stands
I'm trying to a nation, to leave to my little man's
Or my daughter, so I'm boiling water
The scales was lopsided, I'm restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, up YaYa?
What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some
No papa, bad
The streets me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping up
Street justice, I pray God us
I allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the Star Spangled