Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

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

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

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

Lay awake in the middle of my sleep
I see people 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 the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the and somehow 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 I want from You
Give it to me c'mon, away this Hennessey
Take away me the street
Stop people hatin' me
Take away all of this jealousy and

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

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

How could one, make such mistakes
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, better learn

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

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

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

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

And night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's 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 superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter I'm gone and my casket closed, go

Whatever guides my life
Dear Lord, let me die tonight
But if I shall before I I'd accept my fate
I did I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could live to put food on my
You musta me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

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

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

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

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

Hey, hey, hey