Luyện nghe bài hát I Cry

Our Father, who art in
Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You

No how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(That's right, y'all could up and rejoice now)
I hope You're hearing me
(We about halfway the road)
goes out to the lonely streets
(We got about another hundred to go)
And all my brothers sick of y'all

No how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(And God is that's right God is good)
I hope You're hearing me
(In God is not good sometimes)
This out to the lonely streets
(He's all the time)
And all my brothers of crying y'all

I got a from my nigga in prison
He said he them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry a visit
All he needed was a couple

And a few dollars, that way he ain't have to
About borrowing a nigga
me to check on his old girl
Make it's all good for her and the kids

But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his
I he asked me about his shorty
'Cause its been some years I saw him

Him not knowing his baby's horror
And ever the days he's been gone
kinda trapped in a storm

But he goes on and on when he gets home
And then he mention nigga that did him wrong
Put him back where he started at
But he snitched

So he feels that niggaz in his click
They ought to pay for
He did his time, day for day, without turning
'Cause real O G's don't even please

No how hard I cry
It don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're me
This out to the lonely streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No matter how I cry
It just don't seem enough
Lord I You're hearing me
This goes out to the streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

See when I I pray for everybody
I pray to God America
That way these can't tear us up
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of things

And the bottom line is we set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach love 'cause these days
Us niggaz got too much installed in us
The radio and TV they just can't get this great big old world
I guess it just ain't big enough

But y'all listen cuz I'm on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off
Y'all keep about religions
While referring to y'all old books of the Bible
Y'all all out to miss the bus to Heaven

See gonna wait, ain't gonna be no fighting
No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the
'Cause everybody gonna meet
And you ain't even like in your first life
They walk by you and speak, so

No matter how I cry
It just don't seem enough
I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the streets
And all my brothers of crying y'all

No matter how I cry
It just seem loud enough
I hope You're hearing me
This out to the lonely streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no
How hard I cry, how I cry
Oh no matter how I cry
Ooh

Eve and and Biggie become the best of buddies
Invest some money stay in Heaven
I know them gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
And it's feel so good to seeing them together

So I'm sending my deepest condolences to
Who lost members to the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever forgiving
Y'all have Hell getting in Heaven

No how hard I cry
It just don't loud enough
Lord I hope hearing me
This goes out to the streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No how hard I cry
It just don't loud enough
Lord I hope hearing me
goes out to the lonely streets
And all my sick of crying y'all

No how hard I cry
It just don't loud enough
Lord I hope You're me
This goes out to the lonely
And all my brothers sick of crying

No matter how I cry
It just don't seem enough
Lord I hope hearing me
This out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no
How hard I cry, how I cry
Oh no how hard I cry
(Thank You Lord thank You Lord)
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