Luyện nghe bài hát One Day Closer

My told me find a real job, 'cause I'm what I'm doing don't cut it
Say she never a nigga get rich struggling and shit
Just fussing and I ain't trying to that
Leaving out the house, I the news and it's clear that
If mama have said a few words to them damn fools
You wouldn't have them in the classroom
The of the innocent
be to God the beneficent
Most merciful, and I would question you
But babies being shot down'll a dude
I know the devil's got her on
But as I walk the valley, I just feel home
And has got a funny way of testing
A man of but all in all it's a blessing
To walk up out the storm without a on me
And live to talk about my journey, where you at,

Sam was by the river
Martin, he had a
But don't mean there will be harmony
Just because the choir
say that change gon' come
So when is change gon'
Somebody tell me, tell me (I'm not gon' lie, I'm getting scared now)

I started my classmates
I skipping classes in the 8th grade
And walking to the King at lunchtime
And coming back before the bell rung, but one
We we was finna ditch the whole day
And catch the metro to Sharpstown, always
Remember Kurtis on the back seat
Me freestyling, they knew every rapper he
Bring up to us, K run us
Man, I miss old days, if one knew us
You knew that we was for greatness
Father's Day came, when God set to take him
Too dying young, no sequel
And I have gone a many night
Every turned brings the ending
One day closer, it's on you on how you it

Sam was by the river
And Martin, he had a
But that don't mean there will be
because the choir sings
They say that change gon' come (Change come, oh oh)
So when is change gon' come? (When is gon' come?)
Somebody tell me, somebody tell me (And every day something different)

It's either politics or religion (Yeah, yeah)
We need to keep our guns in my
It's the people you need to take control of
You have the right to bear your arms what told us
It's tragic an innocent is gunned down
But Congress to take away our guns? Wow
Now, what about off in
Them little children in Chicago
Parents heart-broke, I pray I never that feeling
And the truth is so revealing
We push it to the like we don't matter
And that shit makes me
right, my government Brad Jordan
No than a Trayvon Martin (no different)
No different than a shot down
Your picture of a blue-eyed