Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Hov, he's a from the back block
On everybody laptop who to slang crack rock
Kel and nigga from 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 somethin' like Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other the R
And without further adieu, Freddie get ready it's

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 never walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I within

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

Believe me, Lord, I You
Got money and fame and still it just do
Sometimes I like who I am
When I look in the mirror, my is Uncle Sam

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

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

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

I did so I live to put food 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
Please forgive me for my
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, Hov

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

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

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

Hey, hey, hey