Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

[Swizz
hard for ya
We doin this right man
Givin it
thugs in the street,
can't even do this here man
But you how we do
Hold it down, get it right, keep it
And of all..
We God

For my sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing air into my
For health and wealth and of love for myself
The chances in life to take the steps
I done popped that thang, and I been popped at
Stole, cheated, and
Survived I could have died
Or somewhere locked up, my niggas up
why I pray to you, say what I say to you
Thank you for Swizz Beatz, to him you bring the
He brought the heat to us, we the streets up
Thank you for and everyone that stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin material things me
Thank you for me the talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my live after gunplay
Thanks for forgiving me, cuz I do this every day

[SB] I God!
[EB] For lettin me it out the club
That night all that fightin and shootin off
[SB] We God!
[EB] For me make my money on the block
And get when it get hot, uh
[SB] We God!
[EB] For them babies with them who don't love 'em
and have to grow up, fast
We thank God!
[EB] For everything, all little things
For me my dreams, know what I mean?

I thank God for a mother and a father
To rely on for guidance when circumstances got
I'm a part of a race who thank God
For being able to be free and leave the yard
And, I God for givin me the understandin to acknowledge him
Notice his and follow him
I'm today, I'm talkin today
I'm feelin today, but on top of that I'm today
And, I thank God because he his only child
Would you give your child? Think about that for awhile
And, I God for givin me my baby daughter
A roof over her head, and fresh drinkin water
And, I God for not being afraid to love
So all the I give, I get back major love
And, I thank God for givin me all the
To put a little piece of what we all think into this

[Chorus w/ MJG instead of

For all the times I thought I was in the situation
that I be in
God me see in, them cloudy times
Them, "I get rowdy" times
One of them, "They tried to bring the devil out of me"
I thank God, for my mind solid
And I my elders, if or if not they went to college
And, you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored
And I'm I don't feel like I have to kill to pay the bill

I was blessed to be a story teller, CD
My niggas be them shady fellas, chasin
Greedy with eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who easy, talkin freely
you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and think that I don't, get
The rumors and the all it do is bore me
Trick I done through a true Holly-wood story

w/ Eightball]

[Eightball
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Beatz
Know sayin
Just wanna God
Simply, with the
That he blessed us
him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things that us strong