Praise The Lord Instrumental - Asap ROCKY x Skepta

We will praise, we will praise the lord MA-MA-MA-MACE with the beats We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Anche se ormai è tardi Luci blu, vado forte per di là Quattro pills, mi sento una supercar Cerco me stesso, ma non lo troverò qua Grazie a me, grazie a Dio, grazie al rap Ah, ventiquattr'ore (Ventiquattr'ore) son troppo poche (Seh, seh, seh) Quarantotto ore (Seh, seh, seh), faccio tre show Cuore di latta, ah, come un robot (Seh, seh, seh) Supero il limite, supero lo stop Ho toccato il fondo, oh-oh-oh Il suo booty tocca il fondo, oh-oh-oh Preghiera al collo, mi sento benedetto, ah-ah Esco dalla chiesa con un peccato in meno A volte ho certi presagi Mi cambia l'umore guardando i paesaggi Oggi è un giorno per rialzarmi Col diavolo c'è sempre stato un gioco di sguardi We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Anche se ormai è tardi Scrivo al sesto giorno di rehab (Ah) Ho una guerra interna insanguinata come una jihad Mai redento, adesso tento di ritrovare il mio io (Io) Sto soffrendo ho le ossa rotte, mi sto avvicinando a Dio (Dio) Prendo benzodia' sul tavolo, diamine, penso al diavolo Nel senso che si sfalda scaldandolo come un dado Knorr Non mi ero mai piegato, avevo solo pregato Le creature della notte Vedo al buio delle volte, predator (We will praise) Paranoia con il rumore dei tacchi Mi da noia, sto sognando ad occhi aperti, Miyazaki Sto sudando negli orecchi, ho dei centoni arrotolati Sto soltanto, sto provandoci per poco ad essere happy È assurdo quanta chimica ci sia tra noi Volevi portarmi in clinica, ti ho detto: "No way" Non so se c'è poi una forza superiore ed esclamare: "Oh, signore" So che non ho un superiore, io non dico: "Sissignore" We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Dentro ar club bello ghiacciato, tutti al muro schiacciati In pista Air Force bianche immacolate Braccia tese dalle grate, piazze di spaccio Sui TMAX in quattro, Gesù Cristo in braccio Croci viola, crank shit, in cielo tuoni e lampi Cani in branchi, mani in tasca dei piumini bianchi Polvere blu magic, tracce di Gheddafi Benedici questi luoghi, sono già sacri Mafia black italic, Punto blu metallic Cerchi oro trovi ferri, sei come Harry Christmas Prega pe' noi altri che pe' me è tardi Sulla via del ritorno coi fanali alti Apro la Bibbia, spezzo ossa, drippo il vino Scalda il piatto sulla fiamma, cambia l'accendino Forse hai visto solo mendicanti per 'sti bar Forse non ce vedi, Ray Charles

And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know She the type to seek love and make it everlasting I'm the type to wake up and say you never happened I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion But it's cold how we smashing Left her sleeping on a separate mattress I think her body makes for better practice Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko, where your ass been?" Heard you done with fashion, now yo' ass is acting I'm tripping off the acid, now yo' ass is looking massive This ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging This that dark house party with this record blasting Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean Huaraches I'm all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a Rasta was my pop's culture I be damned if I die sober I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know And shout-outs my pretty women in the spot tonight Let 'em see them fuckin' hands And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls 'Cause I be playing with these womens like they're sex dolls Call my Prada prior, 'cause it's dropping next fall Don't you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball She said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spoken Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden" Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin' That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid Might add a preacher and a choir to it I speak the father's music, hallelujah Always Strive & Prosper, stupid Even Montell can't tell you how he do it Sit back and watch me do it And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know Okay, let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often You, my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughing off it I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that important You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting awkward? Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar It's not just model bitches on my genitalia Did Azalea's from Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's under my umbrella for different weather Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn't tell ya Niggas taking pictures any time we get together And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds Only one word I'm afraid of is the "love" word More power to you, more power to you my lovely one More power to you, more power to you my lonely one More power to you, more power to you my lovely one What's up, bruh? That all depends With friends like you, who needs friends Sometimes the best advice is no advice Especially when it's your advice Man remember Your man was on stage dressed like a family member Man everything basic to Ye Guevara That means Saint Laurent is my Zara I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo Ayy, bitch, you missed out, hashtag #Fomo I got one child, one child But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more They wanna throw me under a white jail 'Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male Hallelujah

I used to shake You like an 8-ball I used to shoot You like a gun I used to hold You like a hammer Try to nail down everyone I used to keep You in a steeple Used to bind You in a Book I used to take You like prescription Without knowing what I took But now I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Your love's an ocean, not a river A symphony, not just a song I don't think everybody's right I just think most of us were wrong I think that when we get to Heaven We're gonna laugh when we can see How hard we try to make it And how easy it should be And so I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Providence is endless Mercy is a mystery And fear is no good reason To believe in anything So I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Praise the Lord

Ayy, Bands (Rah, it's BKay, you know) ayy Yes, Lord, ayy Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (trust) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies (nah) My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah, nah, brrt) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah) Opp block, trip on a paigon's side (paigon's side) Watch the paigons hide (skeet off) My bro beat off at the paigon's ride Watch the car skeet off, fuck thе paigon's life Ever seen a g-lock get to aiming binе When I touch the g-spot, it's a "Shake you fine" Got the mash and g-lock tryna rave and that I don't care what he's got, man's just breaking spines Praise the Lord one time then praise Him again (Lord) He got bunned one time, bro blazed him again (bun) We do 'nuff gun crime, shells raining again Keep raining on them, I don't rate none of them (zero) Even on the backroad, I wouldn't snake one of them They was envying me, I see the faking in them G'd up, mazzaleen, now it's shaking again Need some extendos, haffi raise them again Where's the extendos to my twin rinse-off? I seen him run that way, where did his friends go? One shot, two shot, tryna hit his head, bro Put corn in your ears, you won't need headphones (nah) Could've left by now, still in your ends though Switch, nothin' like Nintendo My little bro let go, body blow, wet bro Bro made headstones 'cause he love wet zones And free Potter 'cah he love swing with it (swing with it) Probably swim with it He can talk duke noise, still bringin' it (always) FTO, SYM, bare vim with it (suck ya mum) Flingin' it, bro's pingin' it and chingin' it (ayy) Yo, see the LV pouch got a ting in it (watch it) But I hopped out and hopped back in, love trimming shit If it ain't that, he's ringin' it (ringin' it) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (watch it) My young boy ching my man (ayy, ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife Plus I'm up in the field, now, slap an .8 ting I don't really rate him cah the yutes hate him When I see his face, gotta decorate it (ying that) I told bro, "We're all one, no separating" (all one) The gang gets serious if we're all debating That's VWF, the G's loves shaving Rambos blazing, she keeps complaining She keeps calling me "Babes" when it's not a babes ting Ayy, gyal, lean with it, turn with it See a man and burst him G-locks, FNs, ZKs, hurtin' him (hurtin' him) Lurkin' shaky turbulence A lot of money, Farm Boys, and murderers See, the other opp boys just hurdlers (dickheads) I got kwengs locked up and burglars Like, bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when the car was skidding Bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when my mates try wig him Bine, bine, bine (brrt) We just gave him a shot and I'm sure it won't jam (nah) We just corned that punk cah he pulled that stunt (you know, you know) Made in a blunt, we just called him a cunt now both gyal Runtz (gelato) Shit, man Rah, it's BKay, you know Fuckin' hell