paroles de chanson Spirit of God! - Secret!

Oh, wait, that's a demon then he getting blitzed
Try to run, we gon' do him like Rick
And we only serve God over here, that's it
Like
Sin really making you sick
If I got the word on me, that's the grip Like
Armor of God for the fit

If I feel the spirit of God, then
IF I FEEL THE SPIRIT OF GOD THEN IT'S LIT
Upping the word, then I get to clickin'
AMP, if I'm feeling different
Demons, they better not try cuz
The last one that tried, he ended up missing
Up on a demon, can't lie, bro, I'm itching
Bible, Ali
And demons is Liston

Huh? Hold on, like what?
Gang, gang
Yeah, he died for me, so I'm living again
And my God coming back in the end
Give your life to the Son of Man
Or that fire gon' burn off your skin
Like worda bro, satan a bum
When the Lord pulls up, he gon' run
To be in the hands of the Lord is scary
You gon' wish you was thrown in the sun

Don't let me get started on them little demons
They ain't nothing, don't care if it's legions
Don't let me get in that mood, cuz
Cuz I'll send angels to spin for no reason
Demons really scared to go to hell

It be the humans out here mocking Jesus
You should really repent, cuz up in that fire
You gon' be crying and screaming
Playing with sin can't cross that border
Days getting wicked, times getting shorter
Nah, them demons ain't your friends
They gon' laugh while you getting tortured, Huh
And that's gon' be forever
Better move smart, better move clever
Give your life to Jesus Christ On this side, can't lie, bro, it's better

On this side, man, we got power Like, facts, and I really rock with it
I'm on timing, like,
Demon run up, then he getting his taco hit
Angels pull up, I seen a demon slip then we get to mopping him
Up it, and I get to blowing
Scripture speaking it's really talkative

Upping the word, then I get to clickin'
AMP, if I'm feeling different
Demons, they better not try cuz
The last one that tried, he ended up missing
Up on a demon, can't lie, bro, I'm itching
Bible, Ali
And demons is Liston

Huh? Hold on, like what?
Gang, gang
Yeah, he died for me, so I'm living again
And my God coming back in the end
Give your life to the Son of Man
Or that fire gon' burn off your skin
Like worda bro, satan a bum
When the Lord pulls up, he gon' run
To be in the hands of the Lord is scary
You gon' wish you was thrown in the sun