Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

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

Uh, cold in my eyes, stankin'
Had a I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
Woke up, told God I was tryna change the
He said, "Boy, whatchu need? Whatchu (I got it)"
I said, "I to choose"
He said, "Check email"
I had a there from JuiceBangers
work for some inspiration
808s all a hockey player
He said, "Go ahead, it's to shine now"
I'm in corner like timeout
Let the haters go and sound
They smell the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, please forgive me I have envy in my
I'm really Your son, wishing I was just a star
That was when I was mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I look at what I got and say that You ain't it all
Know the all in Your hands,
But I got the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael in The Office
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 all of my bandits
RMG at it

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

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

That's dough
The kind cook with you if you let it
The kind that'll you off at a murder scene
Get the yellow tape, another dream, yeah
We done came a long, way
Yeah, I mean a long, way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, bologna all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen to the real ramen,
Not the kind the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon with the of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She it
Worked a hours, no off day
I it all
So before I die I'm tryna every week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I can't sell a record, I'm okay, yeah (we good!)
God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, yeah (we okay!)
So I get it
I can't be out here pretending 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 this like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me

Oh
I ain't worry, no