Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God

[Swizz
Comin for ya
We doin this here man
it back
Alotta in the street,
even do this right 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 air into my lungs
For and wealth and lots of love for myself
The chances in life to take the right
I popped that thang, and I done been popped at
Stole, cheated, and
Survived when I could have
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 the heat
He brought the heat to us, we burn the up
Thank you for family and everyone stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and it down, and gettin to buck with us
you for not lettin material things make me
Thank you for givin me the talent my peoples see
you for lettin my niggas live after gunplay
Thanks for me, cuz I don't do this every day

[SB] I God!
[EB] For me make it out the club
That night all that fightin and jumped off
[SB] We God!
[EB] For lettin me my money on the block
And get away it get hot, uh
We thank God!
[EB] For them babies with mommas who don't love 'em
and they have to up, fast
We thank God!
[EB] For everything, all them little
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 of a whole race who thank God
For being able to be and leave the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me the 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 because he gave his only
Would you give only child? Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin me my daughter
A roof her head, and fresh clean drinkin water
And, I thank God for not afraid to love
So all the love I give, I get back love
And, I thank God for me all the blessings
To put a piece of what we all think into this message

w/ MJG instead of Eightball]

For all the times I thought I was in the situation
that I be in
God helped me see in, 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 mind
And I respect my elders, if or if not they to college
And, thank you Lord, for my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't like I have to kill to pay the bill

I was blessed to be a teller, CD seller
My niggas be them fellas, chasin yella
Greedy they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who rise easy, talkin
you for them tricks who be, talkin down
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/

talking]
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Swizz
Know wha'm
Just wanna God
Simply, with the
That he blessed us
him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things make us strong