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 my hood on
My used to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, to this church song
His family and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he reach us
need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and in these streets, that's the rhythm
is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't not to hit him
Shots through his true religion denim
streets was my religion
I stood over him, his life is then
Now these got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to roll a
They ended up the keys for my life to end

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

My money ain't straight, my fam straight
Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last shall be
Now I'm in a hearse, what's cash really worth?
My whole life I had to worry eatin'
I ain't have time to think what I believe in
When the of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm back 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 she see his father in him
it's the good things, 'til life was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know you've what I've done
I'm your son, do I the keys to get in?

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

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga
My father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your
some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven I couldn't get a key
But niggas play 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 a puff and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the out so I could play with the revolver
Satan ever since I was a toddler
Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggas living for the
So in God we trust, leave the to my momma though
motherfucker out of control, just walking my soles low
Lit up the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every 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 where I
If you ain't from around 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)
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 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 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)

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)