Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Gospel

Hit 'em with a Ghetto Gospel

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

If I could recollect my hood days
I'd sit and reminiscence of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my goes to em
tested it was stress that they under

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

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

There's no for you to fear me
If you take time to hear 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 wish to me
(Ghetto Gospel)
I with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last the hills of gold
And to this young warrior without the sounds of guns

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

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

I refuse to be a model I set goals, stay in control
Drink out my own bottles I mistakes
But learned from every one and it's said and done
I bet this be a better one

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

But am I less holy 'cuz I to puff a blunt
And drink a beer my homies
Before we find world peace we gotta find
And end the war in the streets my Ghetto

who wish to follow me
(Yeah, Gospel)
I welcome my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of
And peace to this young without the sounds of guns

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