Luyện nghe bài hát Need Jesus

Let ye cast no judgement upon thy
Before the beam of thy own have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the
God gives the for all of our sins

When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna 2Pac and Big Papa (Big Papa)
They I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But choppa' will be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I
3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of

I see-e, it's not the way the Bible people want me to
Flippin' the fire for the focused and free-e
to me-e doing it for T.V-e
With the yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never to say my is hell
But worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells
Lookin' at me like my mother and father would breed creatures
Not an evil bone in my and never known to be naughty in my seeds either
Simple and like a cheese pizza
I don't prayin' on my knees keep us from heat seekers
Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I Jesus!

Talk about,
Speakin' to me with the people I'm em underway
And you read me and see me easy to be away
But you got it all
You seem to tell me I Jesus! (oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
Every day they condemn me
None of 'em even me
Anyone ever that sinned cast the out
I'm stoned, let's about it

I'm
happening?
Boy, 'cause they me
Bangin' the Bible, butcher boy don't bother with
Call em a crazy critic causin' catastrophes
Aimin' at a lot of ammo and an angel actually
Ah mane,
You let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn
My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and the problem
Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim, anybody hella crazy I'm 'bout to jaw them
You'll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so precautions
Y'all actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards siht pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the that go toss rappers hip hop
So you you religious?
When you another man you never lead us
Telling me whats under me is heat us
Never believe ya really you need Jesus
us

Talk about,
Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em
And you read me see me to be shunned away
But you got it all
talk about it

Mama never talked about God
All that I was ever was I'm odd
Heard he knew 'bout thought that I hide
mind I'd see a cross and I'd hide
Lost God, salty 'bout that
But I was by the bosses outside
I plotted way to getting draws by my squad
Ask round why every man bad
Happens to pass down like hand clothes man
Salvage a blouse gown and manicured had
of us ground bound for hell and Lord knows
Need a savior they say slain for your
Raised in three grace be what he gave ya
The sun that'll make ya want to ta
Pain temperate son, sins you didn't pay for
Bow to a name fast they told her
to a dame, the tame Casanova
Wild, didn't change and came imposer
Doused in the flames and chapter closure
Spiritually drained, and vulgar
Needed somewhere to go until rain passes
a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
But I don't know if the pastor's sober
Dang in disdain, in vain
Care to dough, explain, do anything
Lay hands, borough plain, you
Dealt pain, process ain't growing the
Confusing, now my fangs out,
Rebuking, from mouth full of
Scorned by lukewarm kind it's you've been
Warned the formed now find refusing