Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

I woke up morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning
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 change the
He said, "Boy, whatchu Whatchu thinkin'? (I got it)"
I said, "I to choose"
He said, "Check email"
I had a there from JuiceBangers
That'll for some inspiration
808s all like a hockey
He said, "Go ahead, time to shine now"
I'm in your corner timeout
Let the haters go and sleep
They smell the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, forgive me I have envy in my heart
Knowing I'm really Your son, I was just a star
was when 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 all in Your 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 time we 'bout to do
He got it like bandage
We in all of my bandits
RMG at it

I woke up morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning
What I gotta worry God got me
I woke up this morning
What I worry '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 rocked
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and feel like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, I forgot my purpose
That's
See, I tryna get down
But, boy, this life can kick you into the ground
But I afraid, no
Get up and try, day in, day out
Ooh

That's dough
The kind that'll cook you if you let it
The kind that'll kill you off at a murder
Get the yellow tape, there's dream, yeah
We done a long, long way
Yeah, I mean a long, way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried bologna all on a
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen noodles to the ramen,
Not the with the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon 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 every week a vacay, (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I can't sell a record, know I'm okay, (we good!)
God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, yeah (we okay!)
So I get it
I can't be out pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna it, yeah

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

Oh
I gotta worry, no