Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

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

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

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
That's where a be hidin' 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430, my 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 have much easier
You know if she had like man

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

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

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

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,

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