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
in a foster home
With no mother to love and I knew 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 generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after
'Cuz I don't know what's there on the side
But I pray the Lord me, gives me one more try

poppin' things, doin' drive-by's and angers
Kids 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 yellow now, me now
To place of righteousness
Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he

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

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

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

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

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 the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

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

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

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 pray the Lord me, gives me one more try