Luyện nghe bài hát I Cry

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

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

No matter how 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 goes out to the streets
(He's all the time)
And all my brothers sick of crying

I got a letter my nigga in prison
He said he shooked and its
Too far to drive don't worry about a visit
All he needed was a pictures

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

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

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

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

So he feels that them niggaz in his
ought to pay for that
He did his time, day for day, turning snake
'Cause real O G's don't even take

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

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

See when I pray I pray for
I pray to God bless
way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and of a lot of other things

And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the
We first ought to teach love 'cause these days
Us niggaz got too hatred 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 holding on
The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off
Y'all keep arguing religions
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the
Y'all all out to the last bus to Heaven

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

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

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

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

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

So I'm sending my condolences to those
Who lost family to the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember, we all in this but who's ever ain't forgiving
Y'all gonna Hell getting in Heaven

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

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

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

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