Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An spiritual creature
upon God
An
A guardian to overlook

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

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

Instead we all went to 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 shook
Who's that with the clenched fist to pinch the crook?

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

I'm angel
You're my

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, my new Jay-Z
Shorty I fuck with starts my hip crazy
Call her back, "You horny again?" Lemme out
crying all hysterical I couldn't get a line out

Said her father wreckless, jealous over the necklace
Beat her up good and of in a Lexus
Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, chill
In the Ac', floored 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 she might be settin' your ass up"

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

I'm angel
You're my

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

This kid ran up on the next, attempting to on him
(Yo)
Got so to money's face looked like he put his tongue on him
the blunt 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 dat? Who said that, you
Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new
You ain't gon' use 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
Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight
(Word?)
Or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you even see her
Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her

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

I'm angel
my angel

I'm angel
my angel