Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hallelujah , by - Warm Brew. Song from the album Diagnosis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Bull
Song language: English
Hallelujah |
| Up at the church it hurt the worst when I ain’t here |
| Drop a verse, the booth disperse me now they thirstiest for beer, huh? |
| Brew Crew, who knew |
| It’s a palace that’s for prayin other than the place y’all group |
| Talkin' verses, scriptures, pain, just with my microphone |
| Obtuse and I be shakin like the preacher |
| Hallelujah, gettin loose |
| Cause I’m off cognac, a couple backs |
| Sometimes niggas they gamble here or call a couple rats |
| It’s just the days lord, please forgive me for my ways |
| All up on they knees yea ain’t that what the fuck they pray? |
| Go on believe in any high power you need to |
| Ima always believe in the one that get me paid fool |
| My belly ain’t rumbling no more, I’m tryna lead |
| All my people out the valley, create chances to succeed |
| I kick back blowin' bud all up in my cathedral |
| Ain’t no archbishop around up in the stu |
| You found more regal, listen |
| Hard headed, stubborn as 4 mules |
| I was taught this life shit came with no rules, so we |
| 10 deep wit a mans main muse |
| Pussy weed money and beats, hand me the booze nigga |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me get a life or a muthafuckin job |
| Said I’m finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Put that shit together 3 young niggas livin' large |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me go to school or I would have to steal and rob |
| I said a nigga finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Boy booth to the stage hold it down that’s on God |
| Like hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| Hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| Been the nigga on the edge losing sanity |
| Manically movin my demons ruling the man in me |
| Head of calamity haphazardly living |
| I’m driven to take my talents and turn them into a masterpiece |
| Lacking peace, grounded during the rapture, rappin |
| Rhapsodies |
| Wrap them in a bow so people see me on the mantelpiece |
| Handle grief with absinthe |
| And all my sins will wash away |
| 40 days and 40 nights I spark and charge it to the game |
| Play a lil Kirk Franklin get the whole club crackin with the faith that I lack |
| I got the holy ghost dabbin |
| We be livin so fast all niggas playin chicken how another long night turns into |
| another scripture |
| Jesus tell yo daddy that we need his help he frontin |
| All my nigggas wanna shine so we always up to somethin |
| Its like the man up stairs he just don’t care I swear that I’ve seen the light |
| its just so rare |
| Yea |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me get a life or a muthafuckin job |
| Said I’m finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Put that shit together 3 young niggas livin' large |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me go to school or I would have to steal and rob |
| I said a nigga finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Boy booth to the stage hold it down that’s on God |
| Like hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| Hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| I got angels lookin out for me I know |
| I feel they spirit top to bottom of my soul |
| Why you so worried tellin me I need to change? |
| Pointin fingers like a trigger, u ain’t perfect, quick to blame |
| Out here determined and destined to find a way |
| Won’t put money over family but I gotta get paid |
| When it comes down to it |
| We all just human, doin' what we doin' |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me get a life or a muthafuckin job |
| Said I’m finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Put that shit together 3 young niggas livin' large |
| They tried to say I need Jesus, said I need God |
| Tried to tell me go to school or I would have to steal and rob |
| I said a nigga finna hustle with my whole squad |
| Boy booth to the stage hold it down that’s on God |
| Like hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| Hallelujah, keep cashin' checks cause I can spit |
| Good afternoon ma, my homies might just mack yo' bitch |
| Like hallelujah, all in the name of gettin' rich |
| Said hallelujah, say hallelujah-lujah-lujah |
| Yeah, the grind on this side nigga, welcome to the church house |
| Serk Spliff, Manu Li, Ray Wright — W$ Warm Brew |
| Worry about your muthafuckin self, you got this shit |
| Got my own faith, my own believe, my own release |
| Squad up, we gon get this money, OPM |