Luyện nghe bài hát Win, Lose or Draw

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

I read the book of
And now I realize we in
And on that note I make this
For all the young guns to become one to die
Because the is filled with hatred
And they aim to blame our
And I done seen down the barrel of a before
But I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the
Help us jesus, help to keep us from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate that the madness
I'm glad it's installed in me day one
Believe in something because most of my homies believe in
And paying for it, God your souls, I'll be praying for it
Eventually you'll have your day in
And I done been a to homocide
Seen a whole die
Before the of diamonds in the sky
Through my bloodshot feel the hurt and all the hate
I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache
There's a on my face
But, that's to keep a man crying
Cause deep inside, I know 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 refuse to let you me and kill my will
Just to survive the of life, win or lose
Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my
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 the will to win and wonder why

Open my hands like a
Years and years me and my
I take a look
Peep it dread see failing
A felon on the verge of
But I ain't ever do it
homocide never solved it,
Just resolved it
all been involved in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the ones the smartest one the dum-dums
And not begun with
And all probably died with none by the gun
on the one, two, three and the fo's for life
I five on the black hand side
I the future lies among my two sons and daughter
So I pray to God for tomorrow
In lieu of the drama I move my
But the poverty's the pain
Plugging my arteries and veins strains
I lose in this game

12/11/73, a young huster was born
Torn my momma's womb in the midst of the storm
Never I was going through a world of stress
Never knew that I was born for death, may God
My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm tripping
Forget living, I'm on a mission
Tears dripping from my 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, latenight to figure out
Would I see your smiling if I commence to dig you out
I'm all the cheese, I plan to see you once again
But I can't make through the night without a sin
I had to realize there wasn't no friends,
I had to my own back while I was out mashin'
Closed caption for the impaired
Have you ever seen closest homey laid out buried and dead?
I shed a tear though I'm not supposed to cry
I lie I ain't ready to die, I ain't ready