Luyện nghe bài hát Kingdom

Help me get, get the to the kingdom, ooh
Help me get, get the to the kingdom, ooh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh

Second row of the with my hood on
My homie used to rap, he was to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this song
His yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we pack
to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma to go back, I gots to get 'em
and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I afford not to hit him
ripping through his true religion denim
These streets was my
I over him, his life is over then
Now keys got me locked up with older men
Thought was the keys for me to roll a Benz
ended up being the keys for my life to end

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

My ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
Ain't wanna push kis, couldn't wait
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me from dust, that's why I did
You said the last shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's this really worth?
My life I had to worry about eatin'
I ain't have time to think about I believe in
the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him
Hope it's the good things, life was over is when I understood things
at the gates 'cause I know you've forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I have the to get in?

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh

Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father see, got a by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on plate
Save some for me, the things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven 'cause I get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these ain't free
We still in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and a puff and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the
serenading ever since I was a toddler
Tell 'em talk is cheap, living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the to my momma though
Another motherfucker out of control, walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, they wasn't for show, I every pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my name on the
day, been phased giving niggas the blues
Nigga who They know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from around here you get down here
Make the best the least on the quest for them keys
To the

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)