Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

I just wanna god
the good and the bad
Come a look at my past
I couldn't have passed with all these in my class
roll with the punches
Talking hooks and the
I be last
Grow the
My on the gas
They more statements
Once you in the law
My tainted
I could feel at the door waiting
a cold day in hell
If I run Satan
Got me praying to the
With my cross hanging
Get killed for a payment
These reckless and devious
the scene
Post up body and make a meme of it
I dreamed about
And I a couple promises
Get the bag and never look
shit was obvious
You stay, they say you
Leave out, say you hiding
50 Queens
Stacks stayed, and bodied him
left Harlem
Al and they bodied him
Niggas getting Shmurders but look what did to Bob and them
I speak to Rowdy to time
He ain't good
We got a classic
I wait until the hear it
I couldn't it
I'm watching my man cook up a piece
I'm taking
Tryna his whip, like a car thief
You frauds
Keep your
never use it
My homie
He just wanna aim at head and shoot it
He waiting for the
I'm bout to just him do it
I ain't
I'll make sure the caste get
'Cause dead now
I picked the
gun
I could spin your
When I your block
I sell chicken in Hell's
well written
You either gon' be a dead victim or sentence
Shells
rain, I let hail hit 'em
He
him like a dog
If he clip him
The that I'm rhyming is deep
You see how I vibe to the
When Pop died, I was
For nights I cried in my sleep
There was in my head
Like how could be?
from starter on the team
Now you just the league
Damn, and now you just outta the
And just for you I keep a
The on the sleeve