Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

I woke up this like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I up this morning like
What I gotta worry God got me

Uh, cold in my eyes, breath
Had a I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
up, told God I was tryna change the world
He said, "Boy, whatchu need? thinkin'? (I got it)"
I said, "I to choose"
He said, "Check email"
I had a beat there JuiceBangers
work for some inspiration
808s all a hockey player
He said, "Go ahead, time to shine now"
I'm in your corner timeout
Let the haters go and sound
They gon' smell the Folgers when you out
And, Lord, please forgive me I envy in my heart
Knowing I'm really Your son, wishing I was a star
That was I was selling mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I look at what I got and say that You ain't it all
Know the universe all in hands,
But I got the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael Scott in The
But I manage, uh
Why I panic?
Woke up right out of a
This we 'bout to do damage
He got it covered bandage
We in like all of my
RMG at it

I woke up morning like
What I gotta worry God got me
I up this morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me

I done gave it all to Jesus, but sometime I try to it
I done up from the bottom, but I done rocked arenas
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and still feel like I'm
Maybe I should the circus, maybe I forgot my purpose
That's
See, I ain't get down
But, boy, this life can you right into the ground
But I afraid, no
Get up and try, day in, day out
Ooh

that dough
The that'll cook with you if you let it
The kind that'll you off at a murder scene
Get the yellow tape, there's another dream,
We done a long, long way
Yeah, I a long, long way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, bologna all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went ramen noodles to the real ramen,
Not the with the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet with the side of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She it
a million hours, no off day
I it all
So before I die I'm tryna make week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I sell a record, know I'm okay, yeah (we good!)
'Cause God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, (we okay!)
So I get it
I can't be out pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it, yeah

I woke up morning like
What I gotta worry God got me
I up this morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I up this morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me
I up this morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me

Oh
I ain't worry, no