Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris

Ebony heart torn in two
Watching his soul with no trace or clue
A brother got lost livin' for the city, takin dope the man
Ain't nowhere to run it's from Uncle Sam

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430, my in hiding
Gimme a call when we can as large as you do

Tears spill out in anger, our black is now
Our blood can be as well but it will not make the news
Unless we're taken out one by one for the we have done
What can you live by if you die by the gun? Bang

1798430, my soul's in hiding
That's where a be hidin' 'til he get his due
1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call when we can live as as you do

So, you his mother will raise him
You like the best she can
And uh, you it could have been much easier
You if she had like another man

And uh, it's kinda being happy
You know livin' on and good luck
And uh, it's kinda hard pride
When you got bucks

Paris 1798430, my in hiding
My soul's in hiding, oh my soul's in

When a baby cries, you know I his tears
So little does he of the ignorance and fear
will divide us until we are willing to change
Until the cup that we from is the very same

My soul will be hiding, my will be hiding
Hiding, hiding, hiding, 1798430
That's where a brotha be 'til he get his due
Yeah, yeah,

Paris 1798430, give me a
Gimme a call when we can live as as you do
I will listen, Paris 1798430, I will