5 dis widow stay bodda me, az why I goin make tings right fo her, so she no come no mo an wear me out!’ ”
So, wat? I tell you, jus cuz he yoa fren, dat no mean he goin get up an give you da bread. Still yet, fo no make shame fo da town, he goin get up an give you eryting you need.
Da peopo in front scold him an tell him fo shut up. But he yell mo loud, “David boy! Pity me an give me chance!”
She stay nag lidat day afta day, till Samson come real tired.
But Jesus neva tell notting. Den his guys come an beg him, “Eh, make her go way, cuz she stay follow us an stay yelling.”
Had one widow ova dea inside dat town dat stay come by da judge fo beg him, ‘Try make tings right fo me! Cuz get one guy dat stay rip me off.’
Jalike I make my body tough an work um hard. No good, if I tell all da odda peopo bout God, an den I jam up an God gotta throw me outa da race.
Four time, dey sen peopo fo tell me come, an I tell um da same ting.
