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 bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

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

1]
Yo, I preach my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my
Broads is watchin me wanna leech to my trap
Tha Christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday
These bitches get a one day
You fuck be Monday, cool?
Or she gotta a stick like the hun play pool
If not you walk like a runway fool
Catch me in the shine or the sun ray jewels
If you keep sayin your maybe one day you'll..
..be blessed like me then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They make scriptures wit my flows
I'm the Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya Hallelujah
While I the neck of my robe and pop a collar 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 take what they want
Ya pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, pimps

2]
I feel like the 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 pairs in the
I put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on spinners
Dis verse is like grace that you say on your
Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be
But, I'ma of relief
And I ain't never been a trick like its against my belief
If she got it me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He away
And I can do the same thing when I with the 'K
If a nigga a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the club I get in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit in
God me

preaching]
Now just what of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an ho?
A ho, or a broke ass ho?

3]
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who
tha wrong wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves you come and you try for it
New York of God
I 'den saved some of New prettiest broads
I'm the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll a sick
soon as it get in they
A Dros Trios, bring the on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ
And a day or two, be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me I'm fillin the Uz' up
won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that hard
I'm in the Beamer before 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 are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know
Ya just a hater.. They hate you got
They put a eye on on the game whenever they play
They in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, they think you did it
hate change (They hate change)
And hate progress
They me and they hate you
They they own momma
'cause they think its her fault that ain't got shit
But I'm to tell ya today
That if you a
Then you are the take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection
So I'ma go up on the
And buy me a sandwich
Y'all hold it down, be right back
Tha Reverend Brown
And don't you ever
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous,
Bitch ass
[fades