Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

[Swizz
Comin for ya
We this right here man
it back
Alotta in the street,
can't even do this here man
But you how we do
it down, get it right, keep it tight
And of all..
We God

For my sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing air my lungs
For health and wealth and of love for myself
The chances in to take the right steps
I done popped that thang, and I done been at
Stole, cheated, and
when I could have died
Or somewhere up, my niggas locked 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 family and everyone stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck us
Thank you for not material things make me
Thank you for me the talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my live after gunplay
Thanks for me, cuz I don't do this every day

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

I God for havin a mother and a father
To rely on for when circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole 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 walkin today, I'm today
I'm feelin today, but on top of that I'm livin
And, I thank God he gave his only child
Would you give only child? Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin me my baby
A roof over her head, and fresh clean water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to
So all the love I give, I get back major
And, I thank God for me all the blessings
To put a piece of what we all think into this message

[Chorus w/ MJG of Eightball]

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 out of me" times
I thank God, for keepin my solid
And I respect my elders, if or if not they to college
And, you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't feel like I to kill to pay the bill

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

[Chorus w/

[Eightball
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Swizz
Know wha'm
wanna thank God
Simply, with the
That he us with
Thank him, for the good we celebrate
For the bad things make us strong