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 with my on
My homie to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, to this church song
His yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna us
need to go back, I gots 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 through his true religion denim
streets was my religion
I over him, his life is over then
Now keys got me locked up with older men
Thought was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the for my life to end

Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people 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)

My money ain't straight, my fam ain't
Ain't push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', get no work
You created me from dust, that's why I did
You said that the last be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash worth?
My whole life I had to worry eatin'
I ain't have time to think about I believe in
When the days of the for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't want no in him, his momma said she see his father in him
it's the good things, 'til life was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know you've forgiven what done
I'm son, do I have the keys 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, the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father see, got a shipment by the
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your
Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six
Tryna hop the gate to heaven 'cause I get a key
But niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause stripes ain't free
We wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and took a puff and then she it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could with the revolver
Satan serenading ever since I was a
Tell 'em is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the praying to my though
motherfucker out of control, just walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, they for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was up afraid to see my name on the news
Broad day, been giving niggas the blues
who you? They know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from here you get gunned down here
Make the best from the least on the for them keys
To the

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the (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)
Help me get, get the to the kingdom (yeah) ooh
And the say (oh yes) and the people 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 say (oh yes) and the people 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)