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Jay Z( ジェイ・Z )
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Don't Let Me Die
Jay-Z & R. Kelly Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home And bring our brothers on lock down home, Amen
Whoa oh oh, ya ya yah Whoa oh oh, ya ya ya ya
Geah, he's a nigga from the back block On everybody laptop who slang crack rock And this nigga from the Chi' Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'
My nigga Kels, oh yeah the niggaz is comin' Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving nigga It's Hov and none other than the R And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's
Whatever happen Lord, don't send me back And whenever I did wrong it was your name I cried I heard you forgave over and over again But when I found that out I became immune to my sins
Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep I see dead people and sometimes it's me Lord I never wanted to be a Thugfather I only wanted to be a son of a father
That's how it sounds, it's sad Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high Three years, still seein' the weed through these eyes, Lord
Sometimes I don't know what you want from me But I do know you know what I want from you Give it to me, c'mon, take away this Hennessey Take away me runnin' the street, stop people from hatin' me
Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy Thought you said it was a better place I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters Hard to believe in what I can't see I gotta get this money and feed my family
Whatever guillotine guides my life Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight But if I shall before I wake what shall I say? It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates
How could one, make such foul mistakes And still be allowed to have a smile on my face? Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner
Now my life's straight like a perm Try to take the spot I earned muh'fucker better learn Geah, it's Hov
He's a nigga from the back block On everybody laptop who slang crack rock And this nigga from the Chi' Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'
Oh yeah the niggaz is comin' Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving niggaz もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And none other than the R And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's
Hey boy hear me out, got a few mo' things to say These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devil say I'll never walk again but the devil is a liar
'Cause I believe within, you're the reason that I'm still here Even though I don't act like it Even though I hear my calling and fight it Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous
If pimpin' was a mountain to Heaven, I'd hike it Believe me Lord, I want you Got money and fame, and still it just won't do Sometimes I don't like who I am When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam
And every night I have these weird dreams That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe I feel like it's twenty of me Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord
I got houses, money and cars and that Everything single superstar I, got the whole music industry sewed But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go!
Whatever guillotine guides my life Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate I did what I did my heart was in the right place
I did so I could live to put food on my plate You musta loved me not to let it end by 3 that day Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner
I guess I'm not finished with my journey Please forgive me for my sins Shit I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov
He's a nigga from the back block On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock And this nigga from the Chi' Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'
Oh yeah the niggaz is comin' Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving niggaz And none other than the R And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's
Wrap your arms around us God Let there be peace and no more war And bring our soldiers home, let us pray
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