Luyện nghe bài hát Grateful

This is as real as it y'all
And it get no realer than this
This is as real as it y'all, huh

my mother, coulda been my father
Perhaps it was my sister, my brother
Maybe the church, coulda been the
Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry beats

Maybe the money when I didn't have a
a way out before committin' crimes
Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was
Probably the mirror lookin' dead in my

Coulda reggae, or the love of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the show don't stop
Probably the of all refugees
Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling,

ring, there's a call from my wifey
Perhaps I gotta it home but music keep callin' me
And maybe all I know,
Whatever it is I'm for being

A man a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat a song, a Refugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for
A preacher's son, one on the run

I'm grateful that I haven't shot
Stopped by the and they didn't find a glock
W Y C L E F, I'm

Coulda been a crack with no place to go
Lord, oh God, have mercy on my soul
Coulda been Pablo, of Yayo
Or a pimp with a limp screamin' we don't love hoes

Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was
A source of for the next generation
And it's all I know
Whatever it is I'm grateful for

A man with a guitar, a dude the streets
A cat a song, a Refugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for
A son, first one on the run

I'm grateful that I haven't shot
by the cops and they didn't find a glock
W Y C L E F, I'm

sing along now you can make it like I made it
Don't let tell you different
doors close another door will open
Many have but my people are chosen

You can it if I made it
Don't let tell you different
When doors close another will open, yeah
have called but my people are chosen, yeah

A man with a guitar, a dude the streets
A cat with a song, a MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for
A son, first one on the run

I'm grateful that I haven't been
Stopped by the cops and they didn't a glock
W Y C L E F, I'm