Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, 1798430

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

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

Tears spill out in anger, our black is now
Our can be spilled as well but it will not make the news
Unless we're taken out one by one for the wrongs we have
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
1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call when we can live as as you do

So, you know his mother raise him
You like the best she can
And uh, you know it could 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, it's kinda having pride
When you got bucks

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

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

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

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