Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An spiritual creature
Attendant God
An
A guardian to overlook

Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the thug life nox
cooking rocks, I'm on lookout but couldn't watch
It's terrible the scenario got me going till 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 piece
I'm stressin', voices on both sides of my head
One says, "Chill", the other's like, "Them gotta be dead"

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

Who killed my man last Y'all niggas 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, the only one
That can see me killing him won't bring your back to life
Son, me"

I'm your
You're my

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, my new Jay-Z
I fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy
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 good and peeled of in a
Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, chill
In the Ac', pedal with 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, now you a fool, nigga
it up 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up"

Or what you and son heads, get to clappin'
Get locked up for life and it could've been
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
You're my

should I do to this kid right here?
This kid right 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 face looked like he put his tongue on him
Blew the on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
Taking money's stuff off him, heard yo, get the 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 use that you're a cool cat, trying to rep
And I know you [unverified] to do something you're gon' regret
(What?)

Don't it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up
Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight
(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 rattin' you, pointin' 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
back he said, hey my friend, what's your name again?

I'm your
You're my

I'm angel
You're my