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 my hood on
My homie to rap, he was about 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 reach us
need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in streets, that's the rhythm
is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his true denim
streets was my religion
I stood him, his life is over then
Now keys got me locked up with older men
these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the for my life to end

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 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
wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait
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, what's cash really worth?
My whole life I had to about eatin'
I have time to think about what I believe in
When the days of the for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't want no hollows in him, his momma 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 you've forgiven I've done
I'm son, do I have the keys to get in?

Help me get, get the 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 nigga
My sinning father see, got a by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on plate
Save some for me, the worst things in life sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven I couldn't get a key
But these 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 then she it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the
serenading ever since I was a toddler
Tell 'em is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, the praying to my momma though
Another motherfucker out of control, walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every was used
See I was waking up to see my name on the news
Broad day, been phased giving niggas the
Nigga who They know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from around here you get gunned down
Make the best from the on the quest 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 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)

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