Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

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An immortal creature
Attendant God
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A guardian sent to

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 buried him his radio

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

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

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

I'm your
You're my

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, my new Jay-Z
Shorty I with starts buzzin' my hip crazy
Call her back, "You again?" Lemme find out
She's crying all hysterical I get a line out

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

That's when I heard, "You willing to the law for a broad?"
What the grabbed my heat, "Who the fuck in my 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 up for life and it could've been avoided
But your male pride it, eager to bust chrome
You need to a U-ey, son and go the fuck back home

I'm your
You're my

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

This kid ran up on the next, attempting to 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
money's stuff off him, heard yo, get the fuck off him

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

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

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

I'm angel
You're my

I'm your
You're my