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 homie to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this song
His yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold that's why we pack heaters
to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the 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 streets was my
I stood him, his life is over then
Now these keys got me up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to 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 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)

My ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't
I was hurtin', couldn't get no
You created me from dust, why I did dirt
You said that the shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, this cash really worth?
My life I had to worry about eatin'
I ain't have time to think about what I in
When the days of the for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming like 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
Hope it's the good things, 'til life was over is 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?

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

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a breathe
My sinning father see, got a by the seas
See my tryna eat, eat whatever's on your plate
Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six
Tryna hop the gate to heaven I couldn't get a key
But niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these ain't free
We wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and took a puff and she gave it to my father
to take the bullets out so I could play with the revolver
Satan serenading since I was a toddler
Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggas 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 every pistol was used
See I was waking up to see my name on the news
day, been 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 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 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 streets say (oh yes) and the 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 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)