Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Hold on now, die now, be strong now

He said, "I was born a baby
In a plastic bag in the
Raised in a home
no mother to love and I never knew my papi"
Back in the of Bobby McFerrin
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 what's there on the other
But I pray the forgives me, gives me one more try

Gang poppin' things, drive-by's and angers
goin' to school puttin' fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all
'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 thing matters is your consciousness, he said

We are the next generation, we ain't 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 me, gives me one more try

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

I've been kicked, I've stabbed
I've been shot, I've [Incomprehensible] by a
Person that I thought I trusted, I live
It's a war at the cribs, with a strap
Myself 'cos I want nobody's son on my back
My mind playin' [Incomprehensible], to really
Me out in five I take another hit
I done seen the sunset on the other of town
Now I'm driftin' in the darkness, Heaven me down

[Incomprehensible] but I I'm born dyin'
Feel the tears of the lookin' down on me cryin'
For a lyin' ass but yo us in a while
And I'm sorry, let me forget that I'm your child
While I'm locked up in this basement eye to eye with Satan
In this cold dark world no patience
We get plotted on by with talks of replacin'
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next

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

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

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

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 side
But I the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try