Luyện nghe bài hát Kingdom

Help me get, get the to the kingdom, ooh
me get, get the keys to the kingdom, ooh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh

Second row of the church my hood on
My homie used to rap, he was to get put on
At his funeral, to this church song
His family yelling and screaming, I for 'em
A cold world why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he reach us
need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in streets, that's the rhythm
is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his religion denim
These was my religion
I stood over him, his is over then
Now keys got me locked up with older men
these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the for my life to end

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

My money ain't straight, my fam straight
Ain't wanna kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me from dust, that's why I did
You said that the shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's cash really worth?
My whole life I had to worry eatin'
I ain't have time to think about what I in
the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't want no hollows in him, his momma she see his father in him
Hope it's the good things, 'til was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates I know you've forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I the keys to get in?

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a breathe
My sinning father see, got a by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your
Save for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven I couldn't get a key
But these play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these stripes ain't
We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the
and took a puff and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the out so I could play with the revolver
Satan serenading ever since I was a
Tell 'em is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the praying to my though
Another motherfucker out of control, just walking my low
Lit up the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was waking up to see my name on the news
day, been phased giving niggas the blues
Nigga who you? They know me on the where I grew
If you ain't from around you get gunned down here
Make the best from the least on the for them keys
To the

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)