Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

Ebony American heart in two
Watching his disappear with no trace or clue
A brother got lost livin' for the city, takin from the man
nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam

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

spill out in anger, our black is now blue
Our blood can be as well but it will not make the news
Unless taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done
else 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
Paris 1798430, my in hiding
a call when we can live as large as you do

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

And uh, it's kinda hard being
You livin' on hopes and good luck
And uh, it's kinda hard having
When you got bucks

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

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

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

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