Luyện nghe bài hát Kingdom

Help me get, get the to the kingdom, ooh
me get, get the keys 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, to this church song
His family yelling and screaming, I for 'em
A cold world why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the
Revenge is supposed to be the but I use my own accord
I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his true religion
These streets was my
I stood over him, his life is over
Now these keys got me locked up with men
these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They up being the keys for my life 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 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)

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

me get, get the keys 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 see, got a shipment by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on plate
Save for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to 'cause I couldn't get a key
But these niggas for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these stripes ain't
We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the
Lean and took a and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the
Satan ever since I was a toddler
Tell 'em is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the praying to my though
Another motherfucker out of control, just walking my low
Lit up with the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my name on the
Broad day, phased giving niggas the blues
Nigga who you? They know me on the streets I grew
If you ain't from here you get gunned down here
Make the from the least on the quest for them keys
To the

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)

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 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)
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)