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, listening to church song
His family yelling and screaming, I for 'em
A cold that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the
Revenge is supposed to be the but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I afford not to hit him
Shots through his true religion denim
These streets was my
I stood over him, his life is over
Now these got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to a Benz
They ended up being the keys for my to end

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

My ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
Ain't push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last shall be
Now I'm in a hearse, what's cash really worth?
My whole life I had to worry about
I ain't have time to about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon'
I'm coming back the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my waves following him, the 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 life was over is when I things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I have the to get in?

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

Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My father see, got a shipment 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 niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna my back 'cause these stripes ain't free
We wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and took a and then she gave it to my father
to take the bullets out so I could play with the revolver
Satan serenading ever I was a toddler
Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggas living for the
So in God we trust, leave the to my momma though
Another motherfucker out of control, walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my name on the
Broad day, phased giving niggas the blues
Nigga who you? know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from around you get gunned down here
Make the best from the least on the quest for keys
To the

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

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

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