Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An immortal spiritual
upon God
An
A guardian sent to

Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the thug lookin' nox
Wife cooking rocks, I'm on lookout but couldn't
It's the scenario got me going till it's burial
Kept it stereo, so we buried him with his

Some niggas him and shot him took his hat keys
Left his head a hole in the front, with no piece
I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my
One says, "Chill", the like, "Them niggas gotta be dead"

Instead we all went to they block, to flip on a clip
The clip in my shit and tight grip on the pit
The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook
Who's that the clenched fist tryin' to pinch the crook?

Who killed my man last week? Y'all niggas is asked, man,
Before I could shoot, this old man put his hands on my damn
He said, "I was sent as your guardian, you're the one
That can see me killing him won't bring your friend to life
Son, me"

I'm your
my angel

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new
Shorty I fuck with buzzin' my hip crazy
Call her back, "You horny again?" find out
She's all hysterical I couldn't get a line out

Said her baby father wreckless, jealous the necklace
her up good and peeled of in a Lexus
Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, chill
In the Ac', pedal floored the gat on board

That's when I heard, "You to meet the law for a broad?"
What the grabbed my heat, "Who the in my back seat?"
He said, "Be cool, nigga, now you a fool, nigga
Pass it up 'cuz she might be settin' ass up"

Or you and son bump heads, get to clappin'
Get locked up for life and it been avoided
But your male pride destroyed it, eager to chrome
You need to bust a U-ey, son and go the fuck home

I'm angel
my angel

What should I do to this kid here?
This kid here is soft, man
Bitch ass nigga, this, watch this

This kid ran up on the next, to front on him
(Yo)
Got so close to money's face looked like he put his on him
Blew the on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
Taking money's off him, heard yo, get the fuck off him

Get off him, who Who said that, you black?
Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you new jack
You ain't gon' use that you're a cool cat, to rep
And I know you [unverified] goin' to do something you're regret
(What?)

Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 up
She's Jake's wife, snake type, take flight
(Word?)
Or feel the snake bite, Bet you didn't even see her
Cat with the reefer her, shit, I didn't see her either

On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a
Get rid of the gat, dude out my face I smack you
He cool, put it down, took aim again
Walking back he said, hey my friend, your name again?

I'm angel
my angel

I'm angel
You're my