Luyện nghe bài hát Kingdom

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

row of the church with my hood on
My homie used to rap, he was to get put on
At his funeral, to this church song
His family and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't not to hit him
Shots through his true religion denim
These streets was my
I stood him, his life is over then
Now keys got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the for me to roll a Benz
They up being the keys for my life to end

Help me get, get the 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)

My money ain't straight, my fam ain't
Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You me from dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's cash really worth?
My life I had to worry about 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 like the Son, and I got a son
And I want 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
Hope it's the good things, 'til life was is when I understood things
Standing at the gates I know you've forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I the keys to get in?

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

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga
My father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my tryna eat, eat whatever's on your plate
Save some for me, the worst in life come sitting six feet
hop the gate to heaven 'cause I couldn't get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I hold my own
Tryna watch my back these stripes ain't free
We still in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and a puff and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the
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 momma
Another motherfucker out of control, just my soles low
Lit up the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my name on the
Broad day, been phased giving the blues
Nigga who you? They know me on the streets I grew
If you ain't from around here you get gunned here
Make the best from the least on the quest for them
To the

Help me get, get the to the kingdom (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)

me get, get the keys to the kingdom (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)
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)