Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An spiritual creature
Attendant God
An
A guardian to overlook

Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the life lookin' 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 with his

Some niggas him and shot him took his hat keys
his head a hole in the front, with no back piece
I'm stressin', some voices on both 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, them kids was and shook like
Who's that with the clenched 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
You're my

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new
Shorty I 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, just
In the Ac', pedal with the gat on board

when I heard, "You willing 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 be settin' 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 destroyed it, eager to bust
You to bust a U-ey, son and go the fuck back home

I'm angel
my angel

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

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

Get off him, who dat? Who that, you black?
Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool you fuckin' 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 forget it's daylight, not late night, 8 flights up
She's Jake's wife, type, better take flight
(Word?)
Or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't see her
Cat the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either

On the rattin' 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, your name again?

I'm angel
my angel

I'm angel
my angel