Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

Dear God, our POW's home
And bring our on lock down, home, Amen

Geah, a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack
HOV' and nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get it's

happen, Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did it was Your name I cried
I heard You forgave over and again
But when I that out I became immune to my sins

Lay wide awake in the of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes me, Lord
I wanted to be a Thugfather
I wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds, sad
than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and I'm still high
Three years, seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what You want me
But I do know You what I want from You
Give it to me c'mon, away this Hennessey
Take away me the street
Stop from hatin' me
Take away all of this and prejudicy

Thought You said, it was a place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and gangsters
to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine guides my
Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island

How could one, such foul mistakes
be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated

Now my life's straight like a
Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker learn

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the back
On everybody who used to slang crack rock
Kel and nigga from the Chi'
Who a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and other than the R
And further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me everyday
C'mere, no, my life on crutches, say
I'll walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the that I'm still here
Even though I don't act it
Even though I hear my and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay
was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I You
Got money and and still it just won't do
I don't like who I am
When I in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, up and can't breathe
I feel like twenty of me
Goin' twenty directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and and that
Everything superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my closed, go

Whatever guillotine my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die
But if I shall I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the place

I did so I could to put food on my plate
You love me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated

I guess I'm not with my journey
Please me for my sins
Shit, I'm still to learn, meet Hov

a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga the Chi'
Who hold a like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving,
Kel and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get it's

Wrap your arms us God
Let there be and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us

Hey, hey, hey