Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die

*rain and

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Now I lay me to sleep
I, I pray the lord that my he keeps
If I should die, I awake
I, I pray the lord that my he takes

priest]
If I die, may the sky forever grey
Neglect the moon of a light, the sun beige
May the lord up every grave
Every prophet that was
May they roam the earth for days
Give 'em a body of a
May the lord strike this with pestilence and plagues
If I ever lay, may they me with weed, ash, hip and sage
Merry raid, may they bust in gauge
Merry judge pray, when lower my cage
And my return to wet clay
From I was made, my bones rot and decay
If I rest eternal, may the lords great inferno
this day I write my journal
Journal, urban
(lord)

[killah
Dear heavenly
The reason why I at your gates holdin two revolvers
'cause on earth I had mad drama
my body from the tabernacle of robbers
I pray that an angel my body
Before the doctors have a to do an autopsy
Buryin me near bob marley, or even salassie
me by his israeli posse
What I know shocks me, the seven heads of
Six-six-six, illuminati, and makes shorty mummify me
I put every word in my
So in time, eye can see
death to the world, that's haunted
Kill 'em with torment, let the beast rise, that dorment
No more insurance or police warrants, for me

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[killah
I was born, gynacologists surrounded my womb
Now I'm born, archeologists surroundin my
They suit me up in perfume, in that small room
Don't cry, I be back to earth
Felt the fever of thieves in my
Born to after the sunset of the world
If we die of another man's
Remember lord, they ain't
Before they acted nigger-ish, tasted bitterness
Swallow my tongue, a liquorice
Though, runnin through his wilderness
Mad as a jackal, the dry mouth
That prowls the grave at the time of
me near king david
Somewhere in the
Fill my with godly fragrance
May I sleep the ancient
my flesh to the ravens
Wish on every peagan
If I my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake who had me doped up
this whole planet with smoke and such
If I'm murdered abrah'
May I in the arms of an angel
a close friend, they can change too
Return to the as gairule, hostin my own funeral
Lookin unusual, may the choke and spit up my coffin
Use my body as an offering, God bless my
(show him the way)
If I die
(show him the way)

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