Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An spiritual creature
Attendant God
An
A sent to overlook

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

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

we all went to they block, 'bout 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 with the clenched fist tryin' to 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 heat
He said, "I was sent as guardian, you're the only one
That can see me killing him bring your friend back to life
Son, me"

I'm your
my angel

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

Said her baby wreckless, jealous over the necklace
Beat her up and peeled of in a Lexus
Shorty, I'm there, sit still, just chill
In the Ac', floored with 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, now you a fool, nigga
Pass it up 'cuz she might be your ass up"

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

I'm your
You're my

What should I do to this kid right
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, on him, spit a lung on him
Taking money's off him, heard yo, get the fuck off him

Get off him, who dat? Who said that, you
Yeah, give his back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack
You gon' use that you're 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 Jake's wife, snake type, better flight
(Word?)
Or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't see her
Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I see her either

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

I'm angel
my angel

I'm angel
my angel