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 note I make this statement
For all the guns to become one to die young
Because the is filled with hatred
And aim to blame our sons
And I done down the barrel of a strap before
But I don't die no mo', I fear the reaper
us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness
And us from the hate that cause the madness
I'm it's installed in me from day one
Believe in something because most of my homies believe in
And paying for it, God bless souls, I'll be praying for it
Eventually you'll your day in court
And I done been a to homocide
Seen a whole die
the stones of diamonds in the sky
Through my eyes feel the hurt and all the hate
That I've trapped inside because the hard to ache
There's a on my face
But, that's to keep a man from
Cause deep down inside, I I'm dying
I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting to
And satan I know that your listening but I you
And refuse to let you me and kill 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 lose this to do or die
But sometimes we lose the to win and wonder why

Open my hands a book
Years and years me and my
I take a look
Peep it 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
all been involved in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the
And not begun some
And they all probably died with by the gun
on the one, two, three and the fo's for life
I slap five on the black side
I realize the lies among my two sons and daughter
So I pray to God just for
In lieu of the drama I my momma
But the prolonging the pain
Plugging my arteries and veins with
When I lose in game

12/11/73, a young little was born
from my momma's womb in the midst of the storm
Never warned I was going through a of stress
Never knew that I was born for death, may God
My pops when I was thirteen, I'm still 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 to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feel
Forget the forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
I'm at gravesight, latenight trying to figure out
Would I see your face 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 commiting a sin
I had to realize there no friends, backstabbin
I had to my own back while I was out mashin'
Closed for the hearing impaired
Have you ever seen closest homey laid out buried and dead?
I shed a tear even though I'm not to cry
I can't lie I ready to die, I ain't ready