Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My will be hiding, my soul will be hiding
Hiding, hiding, hiding, 1798430
That's where a brotha be hidin' he get his due
Yeah, yeah,

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