Luyện nghe bài hát Grateful

This is as as it gets y'all
And it don't get no than this
This is as real as it y'all, huh

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

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

Coulda been reggae, or the of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the show sayin' don't
Probably the of all refugees
Maybe the sign how the bling-bling, ching-ching

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody sing along now you can make it I made it
let anyone tell you different
When doors another door will open
have called but my people are chosen

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

A man with a guitar, a dude from the
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