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 the back block
On everybody laptop who used to crack rock
HOV' and this 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 good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like get ready it's

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 found out I became immune to my sins

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

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

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

Whatever guillotine my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die
But if I shall before I wake what shall I
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 you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

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

It's Hov, he's a from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to crack 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 dishes or somethin' it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other the R
And without further adieu, like 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 liar 'cause I believe

You're the reason that I'm here
Even though I act like it
Even though I hear my 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
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
twenty 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 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 accept my
I did I did my heart 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 it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated

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

He's a from the back block
On laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this from the Chi'
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' like it's Thanksgiving,
Kel and none other the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get it's

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

Hey, hey, hey