Текст песни Hallelujah - Jamie Foxx , Game
Halle-motherfucking-lujah,
all
my
real
niggas
I
salute
ya
All
the
bad
bitches,
I′ma
run
throguh
ya
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn
Heaven's
prays,
all
I′m
tryina
do,
reach
you,
praise
you
Heaven's
prays,
all
I'm
wanna
do,
praise
you,
my
lord
Nigga
I
ain′t
pastor
mason
yo,
nigga
patting
rhyme,
pete
sirock
acing
y′all
And
since
I
got
good
taste
and
all,
this
for
all
the
bad
bitches
couldn't
wait
to
get
they
braces
off
I
know
we
in
church,
and
the
way
that
I′m
thinking,
wrong
But
inside
the
bible
is
the
perfect
way
to
sneak
my
phone
But
I
don't
wanna
do
that,
I
came
to
take
the
service
in
And
stare
at
all
the
women
who
brought
they
Louie
purses
in
Bad
bitches
in
here,
forgive
me
for
my
sins
I
ain′t
meant
to
walk
inside
the
church
cursing
again
I
wanna
live
righteous
and
you
know
I
love
Jesus
But
you
can't
catch
the
holy
ghost
in
the
prius
Halle-motherfucking-lujah,
all
my
real
niggas
I
salute
ya
All
the
bad
bitches,
I′ma
run
throguh
ya
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Heaven's
prays
They
look
around
the
church
like
what
that
nigga
looking
here
He
prolly
told
of
somebody,
posed
to
be
doing
years
But
who
am
I
to
judge
a
nigga,
hey
I
don't
wanna
go
to
church,
I
can′t
budge
the
nigga
But
I
love
the
nigga,
so
I′ma
go
for
both
us,
and
put
these
g
stars
slacks
with
these
louie
loafers
He
rather
sit
outside
and
listen
to
hova
But
the
service
jumping,
the
pastor
is
serving
my
mimosas
And
all
this
ass
in
here,
how
do
I
focus
Collection
plate
buldging
damn
pastor
you
the
coldest
My
envelope
stay
swollen,
so
I'ma
count
my
blessings
now,
somebody
hold
this
Halle-motherfucking-lujah,
all
my
real
niggas
I
salute
ya
All
the
bad
bitches,
I′ma
run
through
ya
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Heaven's
prays
Staring
in
the
row
behind
me,
man
these
fat
hoes
is
too
cheap
Ain′t
paying
they
ties,
taking
up
2 seats
And
look
at
god's
house,
pack
full
of
sinners
With
the
sun
ride
service,
now
they
back
for
the
dinners
Yeah
I
know
the
chicken
good
but
your
soul
ain′t
And
your
outfit
clean
but
your
nose
ain't
And
I
supposed
ain't
nobody
a
liar
in
here
If
that
was
true,
the
whole
chruch
would
be
on
fire
in
here
I′m
so
glad
we
have
a
choir
in
here,
to
wake
me
up
everytime
I
get
tired
in
here
And
one
thing′s
for
sure,
gotta
praise
the
lord
Cause
when
I
went
to
undefeated,
they
still
have
my
force
Fell
to
the
floor
like
Halle-motherfucking-lujah,
all
my
real
niggas
I
salute
ya
All
the
bad
bitches,
I'ma
run
throguh
ya
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Hop
in
my
holy
ghost,
hallelujah,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn
Heaven′s
prays,
all
I'm
tryina
do
is,
reach
you,
praise
you
Heaven′s
prays,
all
I'm
wanna
do
is,
my
lord
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1 Dead People
2 Ali Bomaye
3 Celebration
4 Scared Now
5 Jesus Piece
6 Blood Diamonds
7 Pray
8 Can't Get Right
9 See No Evil
10 Hallelujah
11 Church
12 Blood of Christ
13 Holy Water
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