Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

Geah, he's a from the back block
On everybody who used to slang crack rock
HOV' and this nigga the Chi'
Who a note like the guy who said the British 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 other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get it's

Whatever happen, Lord, send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was name I cried
I heard You forgave over and again
But when I that out I became immune to my sins

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

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

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, take away Hennessey
Take away me the street
Stop from hatin' me
away all of this jealousy and prejudicy

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

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

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

Now my straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned, better learn

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

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

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' to say
These niggaz be chasin' me everyday
C'mere, no, my on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk 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 calling and it
Fools do me so wrong, it's to stay righteous
Pimping was a to heaven, I'd hike it

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

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

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

Whatever guillotine guides my
Dear Lord, don't let me die
But if I shall before I wake I'd 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, the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not with my journey
forgive me for my sins
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, 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 note like the guy who said the British is

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other 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