Luyện nghe bài hát Grateful

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

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

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

Coulda been reggae, or the of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the sayin' don't stop
the struggle 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 it's all I know,
Whatever it is I'm grateful for

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

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

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

Oh no, God knows, I was chosen
A source of inspiration for the next
And maybe it's all I
Whatever it is I'm for being

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

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

Everybody sing along now you can make it I made it
Don't let anyone you different
When doors close another door will
have called but my people are chosen

You can it if I made it
let anyone tell you different
When doors close door will open, yeah
Many have called but my people are chosen,

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

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