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 make statement
For all the young guns to one to die young
the world is filled with hatred
And they aim to our sons
And I done down the barrel of a strap before
But I wanna die no mo', I fear the reaper
us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate cause the madness
I'm glad it's in me from day one
Believe in something most of my homies believe in nothing
And paying for it, God your souls, I'll be praying for it
Eventually you'll have day in court
And I been a witness to homocide
Seen a whole die
Before the of diamonds in the sky
Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the
That I've trapped inside because the hurtin' to ache
There's a smile on my
But, that's to a man from crying
Cause down inside, I know I'm dying
I'm born for it, take 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 the game of life, win or lose
Do or die, to let you capture me to kill 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 to win and wonder why

Open my like a book
Years and years me and my
I a close look
Peep it dread see myself
A on the verge of 1-8-7
But I ain't ever do it
'cause never solved it,
momentarily resolved it
We've all involved in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the young ones the one the dum-dums
And not begun with
And they all probably died with by the gun
on the one, two, three and the fo's for life
I slap on the black hand side
I realize the future lies among my two sons and
So I pray to God for tomorrow
In of the drama I move my momma
But the prolonging the pain
Plugging my arteries and with strains
When I in this game

12/11/73, a little huster was born
Torn from my momma's womb in the of the storm
Never I was going through a world of stress
Never knew that I was born for death, may God
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
the higher power why my old man had to die
It was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I
the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
I'm at your gravesight, latenight to figure out
Would I see your smiling face if I 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 there wasn't no friends, backstabbin
I had to watch my own back while I was out
Closed for the hearing impaired
Have you ever seen your homey laid out buried and dead?
I shed a tear though I'm not supposed to cry
I can't lie I ready to die, I ain't ready