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 who used to slang crack rock
HOV' and nigga from the Chi'
Who a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

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

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

Lay awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes it's me,
I never to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a

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

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

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

Whatever guides my life
Dear Lord, let me die tonight
But if I before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to estates

How one, make such foul mistakes
Still be to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't
In a town you hearda from a nickel-plated burner

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

It's Hov, he's a nigga 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 niggaz is
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving,
Kel and other than the R
And without adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me like
C'mere, no, my on crutches, devils say
I'll never again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the reason that I'm here
Even though I act like it
Even though I hear my and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's to stay righteous
was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I You
Got and fame 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 every night I these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, up and can't breathe
I like it's twenty of me
Goin' twenty directions on a one-way street, Lord

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

Whatever guillotine guides my
Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my was in the right place

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

I guess I'm not finished with my
forgive me for my sins
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, Hov

He's a nigga from the back
On laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga the Chi'
Who hold a note 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 none than the R
And without further adieu, like get ready it's

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

Hey, hey, hey