Luyện nghe bài hát Church featCharlie Murphy

[Reverend
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and we're gathered here today
to listen to a man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Murphy
and I'ma it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

[Fab:] Preach, Brother
[Rev.:]
[Fab:] Brother preach
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother,
Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh

1]
Yo, I preach through my
God is me I still reach to my strap
is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck to my lap
I teach you to rap in my School
These bitches get a one day
You fuck be Monday, cool?
Or she gotta stroke a like the hun play pool
If not you gotta like a runway fool
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray
If you keep your prayers maybe one day you'll..
..be like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They should make wit my flows
I'm the young Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a to ya

[Reverend
Now in this world that we live in, all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya
pimps that what they want
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean

2]
I feel the angel of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range and nod
It's like I was put here to put in the air
Put in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put in the rear
I put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on them
Dis is like grace that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of
And I never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a
But they say God and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake the 'K
If a nigga make a wit the pay, Goddamit
At the I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit in
God me

[Reverend
Now just what kind of ho are
Are you a tough ho, or a ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' weenie)
A domestic ho, or an ho?
A ho, or a broke ass ho?

3]
Yea, me momma got my name the Baptist who made
tha moves wit the women and died for it
You the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New City of God
I 'den saved of New York's prettiest broads
I'm the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke heal a sick
soon as it get in nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue
While I go city to city the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me I'm fillin the Uz' up
Demons let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't
When I'm in the Beamer they released 'em to the Germans
You prolly got the man you wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit
Can I get an

[Reverend
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. hate what you got
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the
Then look you in the face, they think you did it
They hate (They hate change)
And they progress
They hate me and hate you
They hate they own
'cause they think its her fault that they got shit
But I'm to tell ya today
if you a hater
Then you are the outter or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the
And buy me a sandwich
hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie
And don't you forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous,
ass motherfuckers
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