Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

[Swizz
hard for ya
We doin this right man
Givin it
Alotta in the street,
can't even do right 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 right
I done popped that thang, and I been popped at
Stole, cheated, and
Survived 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 the heat
He brought the heat to us, we burn the up
Thank you for family and everyone that with us
it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin things make me
Thank you for me the talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my niggas after gunplay
Thanks for me, cuz I don't do this every day

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

I thank God for havin a mother and a
To on for guidance when circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole who thank God
For being able to be free and the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me the understandin to him
his footsteps and follow him
I'm walkin today, I'm today
I'm feelin today, but on top of that I'm today
And, I thank God because he gave his child
Would you give your only child? Think about for awhile
And, I thank God for givin me my daughter
A roof over her head, and fresh drinkin water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to
So all the love I give, I get major love
And, I thank God for me all the blessings
To put a little piece of we all think into this message

w/ MJG instead of Eightball]

For all the I thought I was in the worst situation
that I be in
God helped me see in, cloudy times
Them, "I get rowdy" times
One of them, "They to bring the devil out of me" times
I God, for keepin my mind solid
And I my elders, if or if not they went to college
And, thank you Lord, for makin my bin and I
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 fellas, chasin yella
with they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who easy, talkin freely
you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and that I don't, get around
The rumors and the all it do is bore me
Trick I done through a true Holly-wood story

[Chorus w/

talking]
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Swizz
Know sayin
Just thank God
Simply, the talents
That he blessed us
Thank him, for the good things we
For the bad things make us strong