Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Hold on now, don't die now, be now

He said, "I was born a baby
In a plastic bag in the
Raised in a home
With no mother to love and I never my papi"
in the days of Bobby McFerrin
to sing, "Don't worry, be happy"
Lord how can I be
When I don't even know my own family tree

We are the next generation, we scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after
'Cuz I don't what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one try

Gang poppin' things, drive-by's and angers
Kids goin' to school fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all
'Cuz the gang was created to the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you now
All you now, follow me now
To that place of
Where the only thing that matters is consciousness, he said

We are the next generation, we ain't to die
The only I fear is the after life
'Cuz I don't know there on the other side
But I the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

In my father's kingdom are many mansions
All the rooms are free, there is no tax
I can see Biggie, Tupac, and Abraham
Jason, the one and two's, jammin' the sun of man

I've been kicked, I've been
I've shot, I've been [Incomprehensible] by a
Person I thought I trusted, where I live
a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cos I want nobody's son on my back
My mind playin' [Incomprehensible], to really
Me out in five unless I another hit
I done seen the sunset on the other side of
Now I'm driftin' in the darkness, Heaven hold me

but I know I'm born dyin'
Feel the tears of the lookin' down on me cryin'
For a lyin' ass but yo us in a while
And I'm sorry, never let me that I'm your child
While I'm locked up in this basement starin' eye to eye with
In this cold dark world with no
We get plotted on by agents with of replacin'
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this generation

We are the next generation, we ain't to die
The only thing I is the after life
'Cuz I don't what's there on the other side
But I pray the forgives me, gives me one more try

Whoa, we the next generation, at what we facin'
The kids raise themselves, all kind of
and candles decoratin' all the pavements
No, the perpetrator ain't no arrangements
Nobody about the feelings of the poor
Many while we spendin' eighty billion on a war, uh
Cuttin' school budgets, U.S. plummets
Condition's only worse and I wonder become it

Metal detectors replace music
Angry kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody gotta
Reality TV be for who
I question what the Lord found in me
I just it on to folks with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS gettin' us
Now we got stars, how will there be left of us?

We are the next generation, we ain't to die
The only thing I fear is the after
'Cuz I don't what's there on the other side
But I the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try