Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
They Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the dying and
So heavenly father are you trying to tell me
I guess I better bail up out game
And whatever they call me a little ole' wee
A fin to get up out these streets
Cause ain't a damn good happening for me
It seems be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of mama told me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
There was this angel, oh oh oh
There was angel, and it won't let me go

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my on the line for mines
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies
From heaven down on me
As I write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took pictures, and even worse
and sisters started hating on me
After we took bitches, cause then you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us nothing
Ballas and killas out here on me
To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these struggling
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little light

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Sko]
shit got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't know me
If I'm right, pass me they lifted up a hand now
to em everytime I get the trash now
Either get put up on it, and coming up strong
We knew right from wrong, but still we away from home
Over there on Konkress, kicking at the park
A blessed up niggas that's with me to your dark with
meet again, I put this on a fiend
If it's they end up cause we gone drink again
on this dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the no mo'
Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an age
And I cry to this day, that he could of stayed
the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab some tissue, my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I could see you I look in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, I'm making these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever died on any

(Chorus - 6x)

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