Praise Ye the Lord - Hope Haitian Choir

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

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

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

(A hundred percent Juicee) I'm tryna hit the road by tomorrow I told the plug I need the thing that can swim in the water They tryna paint a picture of a nigga like I got a problem Cracker tryna lock the nigga up soon I touch down in Broward Gotta take the wrap off the Maybach 'cause I don't wanna be followed They already know it's me, can't roll in peace, I ain't tryna be bothered I ain't never had no daddy, I been calling Brad my father He more to me than a lawyer, he there every time I call him Even though he white, he give me advice I ain't learned from the streets I be tryna do right, but the police be tryna embarrass me Another mugshot, here they go laughing at a nigga pain Tryna run my fans away, they slanderin' a nigga name, fuck 'em Been out here all my life I'm stuck in, they wanna see me kick the bucket From all this shit I had to put up with, all that shit just made me tougher I wanna tell the bitch I love her, but she gettin' too crazy I'm second-guessing, should I let this lil' bitch have my baby? I'ma set up a booby trap in the trap house, just in case they raid it I got a lil' monkey on my back, I've been taking Percocets daily You need people like me, I shoot straight and I don't do no fakin' If I was on the run, would you let me duck off in your basement, huh? If I make a mistake, don't bring up Trump They pulled me over, they was mad as fuck They ain't find a pistol, ain't find a pump, just some dog shit in the trunk I know they wanna see me sunk, this gas I'm smoking fetus funk When I ran down, Lil Peter ran, when I ran down, Lil Peter ran Just bought a house on sunrise, so I can see the sunset I'm the one they pointin' fingers at every time they need a suspect I'm the Haitian Scarface, I keep a flag around a manchèt I'ma send a nigga anlè, throw his babies in the lanmèr And I guess I'm a drug lord, got caught with a few pills I got a prescription for Bitch, y'all know I got shot a few months ago Bitch, I know that lil' shit was so petty, y'all could've let me go All the good that I do for the hood, the charities did in Pompano You'll never see a thug nigga, ex-drug dealer like me again Gravedigger, big brain-splitter, fuckin' a cop, I'll leave it in Fuck me a C.O., I love my P.O., she know I be tryin' and shit Sometimes feel like tryna quit, tell everybody to suck my dick