Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Me Die

Dear God, bring our POW's
And our brothers on lock down, home, Amen

Geah, a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who to slang crack rock
HOV' and nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note the guy who said the British is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get it's

Whatever happen, Lord, don't me back
And whenever I did wrong it was name I cried
I heard You forgave over and again
But when I found that out I immune to my sins

Lay wide in the middle of my sleep
I see dead and sometimes it's me, Lord
I wanted to be a Thugfather
I wanted to be a son of a father

how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me I
I gave up the and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still the weed in my eyes, Lord

I don't know what You want from me
But I do know You know what I from You
Give it to me c'mon, take this Hennessey
away me runnin' the street
Stop people from me
Take away all of this jealousy and

Thought You said, it was a better
I up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to in what I can't see
I get this money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine my life
Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I
been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates

How could one, make foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated

Now my life's straight a perm
Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker better

Hov, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack
Kel and nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving,
Kel and none other the R
And without further adieu, Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' to say
These be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act it
Even though I hear my calling and it
Fools do me so wrong, hard to stay righteous
was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I You
Got money and fame and it just won't do
I don't like who I am
When I in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every night I have these dreams
That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't
I feel it's twenty of me
twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and cars and
Everything superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

Whatever guillotine guides my
Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could to put food on my plate
You musta me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm it wasn't murder
In a town you hearda from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not finished my journey
Please me for my sins
Shit, I'm still to learn, meet Hov

He's a nigga from the block
On everybody who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the is comin'
Get out your good dishes or like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready

Wrap your arms us God
Let be peace and no more war
And bring our home, let us pray

Hey, hey, hey