Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

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

Uh, in my eyes, breath stankin'
Had a I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
Woke up, told God I was tryna 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 from
work for some inspiration
808s all like a hockey
He said, "Go ahead, it's time to now"
I'm in your corner like
Let the go and sleep sound
They smell the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, please forgive me I envy in my heart
Knowing I'm Your son, wishing I was just a star
That was when I was mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I at what I got and say that You ain't gave it all
Know the universe all in hands,
But I got ambition the size of a
Plus, I'm unqualified Michael Scott in The Office
But I manage, uh
Why I panic?
Woke up right out of a
This time we to do damage
He got it covered bandage
We in like all of my
RMG at it

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

I done gave it all to Jesus, but sometime I try to it
I done came up the bottom, but I done rocked arenas
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and still like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I forgot my
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's that
The that'll cook with you if you let it
The kind that'll kill you off at a scene
Get the yellow tape, another dream, yeah
We came a long, long way
Yeah, I a long, long way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen to the real ramen,
Not the kind with the (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get mignon with the side of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She it
Worked a 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 it all, I can't sell a record, know 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 like I tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it, yeah

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

Oh
I ain't worry, no