Luyện nghe bài hát Kingdom

Help me get, get the to the kingdom, ooh
me get, get the keys to the kingdom, ooh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh
Ah yes, my Lord, ah, oh

Second row of the church my hood on
My used to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this church
His yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world why we pack heaters
to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the but I use my own accord
When I him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his true religion
streets was my religion
I stood over him, his life is over
Now these got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to a Benz
ended up being the keys for my life to end

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

My money ain't straight, my fam straight
wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', get no work
You created me dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last shall be
Now I'm in a hearse, what's cash really worth?
My whole life I had to about eatin'
I ain't have time to about what I believe in
the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't want no hollows in him, his momma said she see his in him
Hope it's the good things, 'til was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I have the to get in?

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga
My father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your
Save some for me, the worst things in life sitting six feet
hop the gate to heaven 'cause I couldn't get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta my own
Tryna watch my 'cause these stripes ain't free
We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, in the water
Lean and took a puff and she gave it to my father
Used to take the out so I could play with the revolver
Satan serenading ever I was a toddler
'em talk is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the to my momma though
Another out of control, just walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my on the news
Broad day, been phased giving the blues
who you? They know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't around here you get gunned down here
Make the best the least on the quest for them keys
To the

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the say (oh yes) and the people say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)
And the streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)