Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could one, make foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it murder
In a town you never hearda from a burner

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

It's Hov, a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who to slang crack rock
Kel and this 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 than the R
And without adieu, like Freddie get ready 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 never walk again but the Devil is a 'cause I believe within

You're the that I'm still here
though I don't act like it
Even though I my calling and fight 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 don't who I am
I look in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And night 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 different directions on a street, Lord

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

Whatever guillotine guides my
Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the 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, whatever the case, I'm glad it murder
In a town you never from a nickel-plated burner

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

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

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and other than the R
And without adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

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

Hey, hey, hey