Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

I wanna thank god
Through the and the bad
Come a look at my past
I couldn't have passed with all crooks in my class
Gotta roll with the
hooks and the jabs
I couldn't be
Grow the
My on the gas
They making statements
you in the law station
My tainted
I could feel at the door waiting
This a day in hell
If I run across
Got me to the lord
With my cross hanging
Get killed for a short
These niggas and devious
Clear the
Post up body and make a meme of it
I dreamed about
And I a couple promises
Get the bag and look back
That shit was
You stay, they say you
Leave out, they say you
50 Queens
Stacks stayed, and bodied him
Mace Harlem
Al stayed and bodied him
Niggas getting Shmurders but what they did to Bob and them
I speak to Rowdy to time
He ain't spiritually
We got a Free
I wait until the hear it
I couldn't it
I'm watching my man cook up a piece
I'm notes
Tryna his whip, like a car thief
You sweet
Keep your
never use it
My homie
He just wanna aim at your and shoot it
He waiting for the
I'm bout to tell him do it
I petty
make sure the caste get theraputed
'Cause opportunity now
I the lock
gun
I could your block
When I spin your
I sell in Hell's Kitchen
well written
You either be a dead victim or jail sentence
Shells
Fuck rain, I let hit 'em
He
Treat him a dog
If he tell him
The that I'm rhyming is deep
You see how I vibe to the
When Pop died, I was
For nights that I in my sleep
There was thoughts in my
how could this be?
Went from on the team
Now you just the league
Damn, and now you outta the league
And just for you I a trophy
The on the sleeve