Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris

Ebony heart torn in two
his soul disappear with no trace or clue
A brother got lost for the city, takin dope from the man
Ain't nowhere to run it's from Uncle Sam

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
That's a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430, my soul's in
Gimme a call when we can as large as you do

spill out in anger, our black is now blue
Our blood can be spilled as well but it will not the news
Unless we're taken out one by one for the wrongs we have
What can you live by if you die by the gun? Bang

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
That's where a brotha be 'til he get his due
1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call we can live as large as you do

So, you know his mother raise him
You know the best she can
And uh, you know it have been much easier
You know if she had another man

And uh, kinda hard being happy
You know livin' on hopes and luck
And uh, kinda hard having pride
When you ain't got

Paris 1798430, my in hiding
My soul's in hiding, oh my soul's in

a baby cries, you know I envy his tears
So little does he of the ignorance and fear
will divide us until we are willing to change
Until the cup that we drink from is the very

My soul be hiding, my soul will be hiding
Hiding, hiding, hiding, 1798430
That's where a be hidin' 'til he get his due
Yeah, yeah,

1798430, give me a call
Gimme a call we can live as large as you do
I listen, Paris 1798430, I will listen