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 the back block
On laptop who used to slang crack rock
and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like Thanksgiving, nigga
HOV' and none other than the R
And further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

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

Lay wide awake in the middle of my
I see dead and sometimes it's me, Lord
I wanted 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 when it's me I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm high
Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none than the R
And without adieu, like 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 but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the that I'm still here
Even though I don't act it
Even though I hear my and fight 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 it just won't do
Sometimes I like who I am
When I in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every I have 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, money and and that
Everything superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

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

I did so I live 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 wasn't
In a town you hearda from a nickel-plated burner

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

a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who 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 or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other the R
And without adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

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

Hey, hey, hey