Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Wanna...

God, I'm callin', yes I'm for you
Please me on the journey, please

When I die, I wanna die like Di
Blastin' Ready to Die, late night a five
Hit the Westside high, doing five
Let the will go, fuck it, closin' my eyes

Tired of living, have my die in the prison
Catch a wit my back turned, God forbidden
To be the next rapper to die, if it was me?
'Cuz see ya now face on the MTV

Front page in the paper, front of the
Jealous niggas laughin', and feel no remorse
Every mornin' my moms, readin' from psalms
Other rappers love, dedicatin' me songs

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last verse
Hear the pain and the of my life is cursed
Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in sweats
Nightmares night, breathin' of short breath

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin' me stressed
The second of life, got me feelin' I'm Lord blessed
I'm God sent, here to to the children
Teach them not to blast, they gats wit no

them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them 'bout the of life, it's thug livin', we all die

I don't die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm for you
I wanna die
Please help me on the journey,

What up It's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while since you in '89
And I still got the demos before we got
rhyme I write you be in the back of my mind

Yo Big L, dog, your shit went gold
Always you was a nice nigga, destined to blow
Seen you uptown, burnin' niggas, ya flow
Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, it over

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you look fly
You in heaven and you still high, pass the lye
Shit yo Eazy, what up I know we never met
Used to bang with attitude, cleanin' the tech

Respect ya gangsta since the video you in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as
My Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin' and on the joint that we did

Niggerhood, the world, only got one verse
What up Banky? Who thought you would of it here first
Big and Pac rollin' dice like they never had
Big Stretch, bettin', standin' next to Trouble T

I never met Kadafi, what up God? Peace
By the way, you heard the record I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott
4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die

I don't die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm for you
I wanna die
Please me on the journey, please

I wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm for you
I don't die
Please help me on the journey,

I wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm for you
help me on the journey, please

Then years are dying, gotta your eying
Streets be lying, keep families crying
I don't wanna die, no, no yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
I wanna die, I don't wanna, wanna die