Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

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

He said, "I was born a crack
In a plastic bag in the
in a foster home
With no mother to love and I never my papi"
Back in the days of Bobby
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 thing I fear 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

Gang poppin' things, doin' and angers
goin' to school puttin' fears in their teacher
The teacher let know that it ain't all good
'Cuz the gang was 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 thing matters is your consciousness, he said

We are the next generation, we ain't to die
The only thing I fear is the after
'Cuz I don't know what's there on the other
But I pray the Lord me, gives 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, jammin' the sun of man

I've kicked, I've been stabbed
I've shot, I've been [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 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 basement starin' eye to eye with Satan
In this dark 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 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 forgives me, gives me one more try

Whoa, we the next generation, look at we facin'
The kids raise themselves, all kind of
Flowers and candles all the pavements
No, the perpetrator ain't 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
Condition's only worse and I what become it

Metal detectors music classes
little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody gotta
Reality TV be for who
I don't question what the 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 many will be left of us?

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