Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

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

Geah, he's a nigga from the back
On everybody laptop who used to crack rock
HOV' and nigga from the Chi'
Who a note 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 HOV' and none than the R
And without further adieu, like 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 when I found that out I became to my sins

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

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

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

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

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

How one, make such foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't
In a town you never hearda from a burner

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 nigga from the Chi'
Who a note like 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 other the R
And without further adieu, Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' to say
niggaz be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk again but the is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the reason that I'm still
though 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

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

And every night I have these dreams
a creature's right 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, and cars and that
Everything superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter when I'm and my casket closed, go

Whatever guillotine my life
Lord, don't let me die tonight
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 live to put food on my plate
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 hearda 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

He's a nigga the back block
On everybody laptop who used to crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the
Who a note like 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 further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

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

Hey, hey, hey