Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

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

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

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

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

And uh, it's hard being happy
You know livin' on and good luck
And uh, it's hard having pride
you ain't got bucks

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

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

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

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