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 church with my on
My homie to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this church
His family and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we heaters
Listening to this as he tryna reach us
I'mma to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I afford not to hit him
Shots ripping his true religion denim
streets was my religion
I stood over him, his life is then
Now these keys got me locked up with men
these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the keys for my to end

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

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

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

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

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