Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

An
An immortal spiritual
Attendant God
An
A guardian to overlook

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

Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat
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 like, "Them niggas gotta be dead"

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

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

I'm your
my angel

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new
I fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy
Call her back, "You horny again?" Lemme out
She's all hysterical I couldn't get a line out

her baby 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 grabbed my heat, "Who the fuck in my seat?"
He said, "Be cool, nigga, now you a fool, nigga
Pass it up she might be settin' your ass up"

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

I'm your
my angel

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

kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him
(Yo)
Got so close to money's looked like he put his tongue on him
Blew the blunt on him, 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 back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack
You ain't gon' use that you're a cat, trying to rep
And I know you [unverified] goin' to do something you're regret
(What?)

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

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

I'm angel
my angel

I'm angel
my angel