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 young to become one to die young
Because the world is filled hatred
And they aim to blame our
And I done seen down the barrel of a strap
But I don't die no mo', I fear the reaper
Help us jesus, help to us away from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate cause the madness
I'm glad installed in me from day one
in something because most of my homies believe in nothing
And for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it
Eventually you'll have your day in
And I done a witness to homocide
Seen a family die
the stones of diamonds in the sky
Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the
I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache
There's a smile on my
But, that's to keep a man from
Cause down inside, I know I'm dying
I'm born for it, gon' some time to getting used to
And satan I that your listening but I rebuke you
And refuse to let you capture me and kill my
Just to survive the game of life, win or
Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to my will
To the game of life, win or lose, do or die

(johnny p):

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

Open my hands like a
Years and years me and my
I a close look
it dread see myself failing
A felon on the of 1-8-7
But I ain't wanna do it
'cause homocide never it,
Just resolved it
We've all been in the calling of a loved one
Oldest the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums
And not with some
And they all probably died with by the gun
That's on the one, two, and the fo's for life
I slap five on the hand side
I realize the future lies among my two and daughter
So I pray to God for tomorrow
In lieu of the drama I move my
But the prolonging the pain
Plugging my and veins with strains
When I lose in game

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