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 church with my on
My homie used to rap, he was to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this church
His family and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his true religion
streets was my religion
I stood over him, his life is over
Now these got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to roll a
They 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 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 streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

My money ain't straight, my fam straight
wanna 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 last be first
Now I'm in a hearse, this cash really worth?
My whole life I had to worry about
I ain't have to think about what I believe in
When the of the kingdom 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 she see his father in him
Hope it's the good things, 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 have the 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 sinning father see, got a shipment by the
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your
Save some for me, the worst things in come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven 'cause I get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta my own
Tryna watch my 'cause these stripes ain't free
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 bullets out so I could play with the
Satan serenading 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 out of control, just walking my soles 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, been phased giving niggas the
Nigga who you? They me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from around here you get gunned here
Make the best from the least on the quest for 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 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)

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 streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)