Luyện nghe bài hát Prayer

"Psalm 27, is my light and my salvation"
Whom I shall 'Cuz I have sinned
The is the strength of my life
shall I be afraid?

And I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami'
a lot of my brothers and sisters
They and fell
That here to watch this come to pass
Since I do shit else, I'ma say a prayer

This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit
I'm wit the Maker, straight up
A lot of homies ask, a prayer?
A is what kept me focused 12 years

A prayer is what saved me, I should have indited
Now my kids Jay-Z
A prayer is what me here when them bullets cut the air
I fell and I just said a

A prayer is medicine
It will wounds, ask Bush Veterans
Big holes in a side
Snub nose, 45, homeboy, close your eyes

Put your hands together, bow head
1, me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, I am

So I my sins, forgive me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on feet
3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, I am

I swear to God, done some things in the past
If I could, please Lord, help you bring 'em back
I feel pain, man I can't speak on it
That's why I get so many songs, I can't homie

for forgiveness
I might not get it but me
I'm here and I'm fightin' like a
Triple C excited like a

Say a prayer, put the in the air
Thank God once for makin' me a millionaire
I thank God for me a millionaire

Put your together, bow your head
1, me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, Lord, here I am

So I repent my sins, me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on feet
3, the Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, I am

I used to get stacks off the hoe
Now I'm back to covers for the ozone
the magazine, Billboard goin' strong
Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother Rolling Stones

You stuck wit me through thick and
Sittin' back, got your mama in a Benz
you damn near wanna cry
Low '95, money like homicide

after midnight
It's just me and weed tryin' to get right
It's bloodshed after
It's just Ross and his kush to get right

Put your together, bow your head
1, me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, gotta the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, Lord, here I am

So I repent my sins, me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the on their feet
3, the Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, I am