Luyện nghe bài hát He Told Me

[Chorus:
Our father, what's your
We give you things in praise, your name we upon
Through these trying times we come to find
We put our in you
You give us strength to do the things we wanna

Bone]
Not a party, but we did it like children study in
I refuse to get deep deep inside of the mystery to know it's you
How people are true?
could stress me out, thinkin attention of who?
Mention the representation of plus I'm lacin up the boots
out of the wonderment now
Massage a thought, could be my style
Shoulda been bred they brought, go and provide some wild
Forever in a day and including now, beautiful love nobody's around
How could I clown when it's so profound, you what I'm talkin about
Round for round and pound for pound, Heavenly Father I him now
Our lord and savior Jesus Christ, comin in on a cloud
commit adultery, phsyical thinkin outtakes the spiritual
Never the fact that, bad medicine, leads to sickness literal
I think you too hard
And yes, we're comin up out they
What do you see? I see them soldiers takin charge,
I see soldiers takin charge, march

[Bizzy
In the God of the name of Jesus
The father, the son and the holy
Said in 7, "You do unto others as you would want them to do to you"
Honor mother, honor father, God
Love your brother and it'll be one
To the day way sinnin be livin and it'll be alone, oh - it, heh, ooh
What they wanna do? I see jealousy, element of people in the
Check out the medley, ow, we sinnin up thank you
Praise God runnin and the police you
in the love school 'til the women come out to beef
and I'll shank you, shook you, you - heh, heh
And runnin in the belly of the I stank you, element shank you
And it's than a canker sore, don't let 'em flank you, thank you
Don't let 'em you, haha
I think you think too
And yes, we're comin up out yard
me what do you see?
I see some soldiers takin as they march

[Bizzy
Bring song to the Bentley{?} swangin
the wind is changin, be arrangin
Strange as it seems in these crazy dreams, lean, on Jesus as one
the real thing, that's the real team, got some real cream
Poppa honey, not money but the real bling
bada-bing, and let your freedom ring
Oh me, I'm mystical as ever all clerical, no little bits in the wind
Cannibals pullin out a can of that
bullshit, tell the bitches plan away
Scan away, literally been broke a script
in the name of our lord and Jesus Christ
In the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit all of it
why

[Outro: Bizzy
Holla back, one God
I you to spit it just like that
Whatever, whatever happen
They ain't gotta like shit
to mumble]
Tell them motherfuckers out it's for me
I want you 'em somethin
I want you to tell these
that I said they can my ass!