Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

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

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

Paris 1798430, my in hiding
where a brotha 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 know the best she can
And uh, you it could have been much easier
You know if she had like man

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

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

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

My soul be hiding, my soul will be hiding
Hiding, hiding, hiding, Paris
That's where a brotha be '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