Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An immortal creature
Attendant God
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A guardian to overlook

Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the life lookin' nox
Wife cooking rocks, I'm on lookout but watch
It's terrible the scenario got me going till burial
Kept it stereo, so we buried him his radio

Some niggas robbed him and 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 niggas be dead"

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

Who killed my man last week? Y'all niggas is asked, man,
Before I could shoot, this old man put his on my damn heat
He said, "I was sent as your guardian, the only one
That can see me killing him bring your 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 fuck with starts my hip crazy
her back, "You horny again?" Lemme find out
She's crying all hysterical I get a line 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 when I heard, "You to meet the law for a broad?"
the grabbed my heat, "Who the fuck in my back seat?"
He said, "Be cool, nigga, right now you a fool,
it up 'cuz she might 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 it, eager to bust chrome
You to bust a U-ey, son and go the fuck back home

I'm angel
You're my

What should I do to 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 money's face like he put his tongue on him
Blew the blunt on him, on him, spit a lung on him
Taking money's stuff off him, 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 gon' use 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
She's Jake's wife, snake type, better flight
(Word?)
Or feel the snake bite, Bet you didn't even see her
Cat with the peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either

On the phone you, pointin' at you like a statue
Get rid of the gat, dude out my before I smack you
He laughed cool, put it down, 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