Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An spiritual creature
upon God
An
A sent to overlook

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

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

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

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

I'm angel
my angel

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

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

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

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

I'm your
my angel

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

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

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

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

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

I'm angel
You're my

I'm your
You're my