Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
where a brotha 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 the news
Unless taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done
What else can you live by if you die by the Bang

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 live as as you do

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

And uh, it's hard being happy
You know on hopes and good luck
And uh, it's kinda hard having
you ain't got bucks

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

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

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

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