Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Hold on now, die now, be strong now

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

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

Gang poppin' things, doin' and angers
Kids goin' to puttin' fears in their teacher
The teacher let know that it ain't all good
'Cuz the gang was created to the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you now
All you yellow now, me now
To that of righteousness
the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said

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

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

I've been kicked, I've been
I've been shot, I've [Incomprehensible] by a
Person that I 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' tricks [Incomprehensible], to
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

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

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

Whoa, we the next generation, look at we facin'
The kids themselves, all kind of temptation
Flowers and candles decoratin' all the
No, the perpetrator seein' no arrangements
Nobody cares about the of the poor
suffer while we spendin' eighty billion on a war, uh
Cuttin' school budgets, U.S. stockmarket
only worse and I wonder what become it

Metal detectors music classes
Angry kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody lose
TV be reality for who
I don't question what the Lord in me
I just it on to folks with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already us
Now we got stars, how many will there be of us?

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