Luyện nghe bài hát Win, Lose or Draw

Win...lose...draw...die

I read the book of
And now I we in revalations
And on that note I this statement
For all the guns to become one to die young
Because the world is filled hatred
And aim to blame our sons
And I done seen down the of a strap before
But I don't wanna die no mo', I the reaper
Help us jesus, help to us away from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate that the madness
I'm glad it's in me from day one
Believe in because most of my homies believe in nothing
And paying for it, God bless your souls, be praying for it
Eventually have your day in court
And I done been a witness to
Seen a family die
Before the stones of in the sky
Through my bloodshot feel the hurt and all the hate
That trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache
There's a on my face
But, to keep a man from crying
Cause deep down inside, I I'm dying
I'm born for it, gon' some time to getting used to
And I know that your listening but I rebuke you
And to let you capture me and kill my will
Just to the game of life, win or lose
Do or die, to let you capture me to kill my will
To survive the of life, win or lose, do or die

(johnny p):

(2x)
Whether we win or lose this to do or die
But sometimes we lose the to win and wonder why

Open my like a book
Years and years me and my
I a close look
it dread see myself failing
A felon on the verge of
But I ain't wanna do it
'cause never solved it,
Just resolved it
We've all involved in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the young the smartest one the dum-dums
And not with some
And they all probably died none by the gun
That's on the one, two, three and the fo's for
I slap five on the hand side
I realize the future lies my two sons and daughter
So I pray to God just for
In lieu of the I move my momma
But the prolonging the pain
my arteries and veins with strains
When I lose in game

12/11/73, a young little huster was
Torn from my momma's womb in the of the storm
Never warned I was going through a world of
Never knew I was born for death, may God bless
My pops when I was thirteen, I'm still tripping
living, I'm on a suicidal mission
Tears dripping from my eyes as I up at the sky
Asked the power why my old man had to die
It was hard to say goodbye I to hide what I feel
Forget the wife the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
I'm at gravesight, latenight trying to figure out
Would I see your smiling if I commence to dig you out
I'm all about the cheese, I to see you once again
But I can't make the night without commiting a sin
I had to realize there no friends, backstabbin
I had to watch my own back I was out mashin'
Closed caption for the hearing
Have you ever seen your homey laid out buried and dead?
I shed a tear even I'm not supposed to cry
I can't lie I ain't to die, I ain't ready