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

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

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 streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)

My money ain't straight, my fam straight
Ain't push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me from dust, that's why I did
You said the last shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's this really worth?
My whole life I had to worry about
I ain't have time to think about what I in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon'
I'm coming like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my waves him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him
Hope it's the 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?

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

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

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)

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 to the kingdom (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 streets say (oh yes) and the say (my Lord) and we all say (ah, aah oh)