Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Gospel

Hit 'em with a little Gospel

Those who to follow me
(My Gospel)
I welcome my hands
And the red sun at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this warrior without the sounds of guns

If I could recollect before my days
I'd sit and reminiscence thinkin' of bliss of the good
I stop and at the younger my heart goes to em
Ain't tested it was stress that under

And things change
Everyone's of the youth
'Cuz the truth look and for me it's reversed
We left them a world that's cursed and it

any day they'll push the button and all good men
Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton for nothin'
Told 'em could get teary the world looks dreary
When you your eyes see it clearly

There's no for you to fear me
If you take your time to me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or
'Cuz we're human I we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto

Those who to follow me
(Ghetto Gospel)
I with my hands
And the red sun at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this warrior without the sounds of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it
Livin' outta bags but she's for the little things she has
And over there's a lady crack got her crazy
Yet she's givin' birth to a

I don't trip and let it fade me outta the frying pan
We jump into form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged if they take it all back
Will I still the courage?

I refuse to be a role model I set goals, stay in
Drink out my own bottles I mistakes
But learned from every one and when said and done
I bet brother be a better one

If I you don't stress never forget
That God isn't finished me yet
I feel His hand on my brain when I write
I go blind and let the do His thing ain't it

But am I less holy I chose to puff a blunt
And drink a beer with my
we find world peace we gotta find peace
And end the war in the my Ghetto Gospel

who wish to follow me
(Yeah, Gospel)
I welcome my hands
And the red sun at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior the sounds of guns

Lord can You me speak?
Pay the price for Hell bound