Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An immortal creature
Attendant God
An
A sent to overlook

Ay yo, for you cops, the thug life lookin' nox
Wife cooking rocks, I'm on lookout but watch
terrible the scenario got me going till it's burial
Kept it stereo, so we buried him his radio

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 on both sides of my head
One says, "Chill", the other's like, "Them gotta be dead"

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

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

I'm your
my angel

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

Said her baby father wreckless, jealous the necklace
Beat her up good and of in a Lexus
Shorty, I'm there, sit still, just 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 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 settin' ass up"

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

I'm your
my angel

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

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

Get off him, who Who said that, you black?
Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya 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?)

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

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

I'm your
You're my

I'm your
my angel