Luyện nghe bài hát Promised Land

Sometimes I
Man, how long is it be for my people to come out
Man we strugglin', it's sometimes
But tomorrow's than yesterday

I was in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the from the sun
No navigation, no of direction, darker complexion
Made it hard to live, dad how you fathered your

Stranded on the of life, left us out to die
Left us out to dry, I'm here, my mother's cries
Nigga, no father figures make harder through the years
Went to war with from what I saw in the picture

Now your son is bigger, 13 but like you
Moms I would grow up and be just like you
what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me, just you

Gunnin' for riches, runnin', hoppin' fences
corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far finished, gamin' 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mines beginnin'

son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me
Eight years before the game, everything came with
Watch the fate of my family slain, would never see good times

Cursed with by a nigga with no shame
My father, that have the same name as his
My wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin' in his coffin

I'm left with often, thoughts of how you molest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than
Man you oughta, be dead in a
But it wasn't my call, so you sat in a cage

High-powered, two-hundred and fifty
coward, woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the
Your end is near, you been scared of God, motherfucker

All my niggaz
I stay a step of the rest of y'all
Why I gotta keep a vest for
Though I made it dog, I still for y'all?

Funny how my folks think rap stretch so far
Pray to God my niggaz, see through all the checks and the
I'm tryin' to invest in what's ours, gimme a of years dog
I'll turn tears stress and your scars

Into lawn chairs and green grass in your
I'm tryin' to watch my wrestlin' yours
Not to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all
I know it get hard

Keep your head up mami, for the stars
Havin' a child is like a from God
You gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in that bar
I feel your pain, shit is rippin' my heart

But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my
Can't reach all my so I attack it in rhyme
I know what you're feelin', I'm wipin' ya tears ma, it could in time
For now I take your tear strife sufferin', it mine