Luyện nghe bài hát Win, Lose or Draw

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

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

(johnny p):

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

Open my hands a book
Years and years me and my
I a close look
Peep it see myself failing
A felon on the verge of
But I ain't ever do it
'cause never solved it,
momentarily resolved it
We've all been involved in the of a loved one
Oldest ones the ones the smartest one the dum-dums
And not begun with
And they all died with none by the gun
That's on the one, two, three and the for life
I slap on the black hand side
I realize the future lies my two sons and daughter
So I to God just for tomorrow
In lieu of the I move my momma
But the poverty's the pain
Plugging my arteries and with strains
I lose in this game

12/11/73, a young little huster was
Torn from my momma's womb in the of the storm
warned I was going through a world of stress
Never knew that I was for death, may God bless
My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still
living, I'm on a suicidal mission
Tears dripping my eyes as I look up at the sky
the higher power why my old man had to die
It was hard to say goodbye I tried to what I feel
the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
I'm at your gravesight, 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 through the night without commiting a sin
I had to realize wasn't no friends, backstabbin
I had to watch my own while I was out mashin'
Closed caption for the hearing
Have you ever seen your closest laid out buried and dead?
I shed a tear even I'm not supposed to cry
I can't lie I ain't ready to die, I ain't