Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

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

Uh, in my eyes, breath stankin'
Had a dream I was in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
Woke up, told God I was change the world
He said, "Boy, need? Whatchu thinkin'? (I got it)"
I said, "I to choose"
He said, "Check email"
I had a beat from JuiceBangers
That'll work for inspiration
all like a hockey player
He said, "Go ahead, it's to shine now"
I'm in your corner timeout
Let the go and sleep sound
They gon' smell the Folgers you grind out
And, Lord, forgive me I have 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 at what I got and say that You ain't gave it all
Know the universe all in hands,
But I got the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Scott in The Office
But I manage, uh
Why I panic?
up right out of a casket
This time we 'bout to do
He got it like bandage
We in like all of my
RMG at it

I woke up morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me
I woke up this like
What I 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 from the bottom, but I done arenas
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and feel like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I forgot my
That's
See, I tryna 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 kind that'll cook you if you let it
The kind that'll kill you off at a murder
Get the tape, there's another dream, yeah
We done a long, long way
Yeah, I mean a long, way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went ramen noodles to the real ramen,
Not the kind the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon 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 every week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I 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 talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna it, yeah

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

Oh
I ain't worry, no