Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

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

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving,
It's HOV' and other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

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

Lay wide in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes me, Lord
I never to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a

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

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

Thought You said, it was a better
I up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I see
I get this money and feed my family

Whatever guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die
But if I shall before I what shall I say?
It's been a good run from to Island estates

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

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

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the block
On everybody laptop who used to 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 dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

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

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

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

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

I got houses, money and and that
Everything single superstar, I got the music industry sewed
But it still matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

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

I did so I could live to put food on my
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 burner

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

a nigga from the back block
On laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the
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 Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

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

Hey, hey, hey