Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Hold on now, die now, be strong now

He said, "I was born a crack
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"
Lord how can I be
When I don't even know my own tree Lord?

We are the next generation, we 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, gives me one try

Gang poppin' things, doin' and angers
Kids to school puttin' fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know it ain't all good
the gang was created to protect 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 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, 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, been [Incomprehensible] by a
Person that I I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk a strap
Myself 'cos I don't want nobody's son on my
My mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to
Me out in five unless I take hit
I done the sunset on the other side of town
Now I'm driftin' in the darkness, hold me down

but I know I'm born 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 that I'm your child
I'm locked up in this basement starin' eye to eye with Satan
In this cold dark with no patience
We get plotted on by with talks of replacin'
The Africans, Jamaicans and the in this next generation

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

Whoa, we the generation, look at what we facin'
The kids raise themselves, all of temptation
Flowers and candles decoratin' all the
No, the perpetrator ain't seein' no
Nobody cares about the feelings of the
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 replace classes
little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody lose
TV be reality 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 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 Lord forgives me, gives me one try