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 to become one to die young
Because the world is filled hatred
And they aim to our sons
And I done seen the barrel of a strap before
But I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the
Help us jesus, to keep us away from all the sadness
And deliver us from the hate 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 your souls, I'll be for it
you'll have your day in court
And I been a witness to homocide
Seen a family die
Before the stones of in the sky
Through my bloodshot eyes the hurt and all the hate
That I've trapped inside because the hurtin' to ache
a smile on my face
But, that's to a man from crying
deep down inside, I know I'm dying
I'm born for it, gon' some time to getting used to
And satan I know that listening but I rebuke you
And refuse to let you me and kill my will
to survive 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 lose the to win and wonder why

Open my hands a book
Years and years me and my
I take a close
it dread see myself failing
A on the verge of 1-8-7
But I ever wanna do it
homocide never solved it,
Just momentarily it
We've all been in the calling of a loved one
Oldest ones the young the smartest one the dum-dums
And not begun with
And they all probably 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 of the drama I move my momma
But the poverty's prolonging the
Plugging my and veins with strains
When I lose in game

12/11/73, a young little was born
Torn from my womb in the midst of the storm
Never warned I was through a world of stress
knew that I was born for death, may God bless
My died 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
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 (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 the cheese, I plan to see you once again
But I make through the night without commiting a sin
I had to realize there no friends, backstabbin
I had to watch my own back I was out mashin'
Closed caption for the impaired
Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and
I shed a tear even I'm not supposed to cry
I can't lie I ain't to die, I ain't ready