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

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

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

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

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

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

My soul will be hiding, my will 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 when we can live as large as you do
I will listen, Paris 1798430, I will