Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Hold on now, die now, be strong now

He said, "I was born a crack
In a plastic bag in the
Raised in a foster
With no mother to love and I knew my papi"
Back in the days of McFerrin
to sing, "Don't worry, be happy"
Lord how can I be
When I don't even my own family tree Lord?

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

Gang poppin' things, doin' and angers
Kids to school puttin' fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it all good
'Cuz the was created to protect the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you now
All you now, follow me now
To that of righteousness
Where the only that matters is your consciousness, he said

We are the next generation, we scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after
'Cuz I know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord 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, Moses and
Jason, the one and two's, with the sun of man

I've been kicked, been stabbed
I've been shot, I've [Incomprehensible] by a
that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, with a strap
Myself I don't want nobody's son on my back
My mind playin' [Incomprehensible], to really
Me out in five unless I take hit
I done seen the sunset on the other side of
Now I'm driftin' in the darkness, Heaven me down

[Incomprehensible] but I I'm born dyin'
the tears of the angels lookin' down on me cryin'
For a lyin' ass but yo us in a while
And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your
While I'm locked up in this basement starin' eye to eye with
In this dark world with no patience
We get on by agents with talks of replacin'
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next

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

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

Metal detectors replace classes
Angry little kids wanna beat their asses
The red and blue's, somebody lose
TV be reality for who
I question what the Lord found in me
I just pass it on to with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, already gettin' us
Now we got stars, how many will there be of us?

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