Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

Dear God, bring our home
And bring our brothers on down, home, Amen

Geah, he's a nigga the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack
HOV' and this nigga 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 or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none other the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

Whatever happen, Lord, 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 awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead and sometimes it's me, Lord
I wanted to be a Thugfather
I only to be a son of a father

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

Sometimes I know what You want from me
But I do know You know what I from You
Give it to me c'mon, take this Hennessey
Take me runnin' the street
Stop from hatin' me
Take all of this jealousy and prejudicy

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

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

How could one, make such foul
be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm it wasn't murder
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

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

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is
Get out good dishes or somethin' like 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 life on crutches, say
I'll never walk again but the Devil is a liar I believe within

the reason that I'm still here
Even though I act like it
though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay
Pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd it

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

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

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

Whatever guillotine guides my
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 to put food on my plate
You musta love me not to let it end by 3 day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it murder
In a town you never hearda a nickel-plated burner

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

He's a nigga from the back
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' it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

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

Hey, hey, hey