Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Wanna...

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

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

Tired of living, my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God
To be the next to die, what if it was me?
'Cuz see ya now flashin' on the MTV

Front in the paper, front of the source
niggas laughin', pain and feel no remorse
Every mornin' kissin' my moms, readin' psalms
rappers showin' love, dedicatin' me songs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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