Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
take Baby, Tyre
They Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the and Koreme
So heavenly father what are you trying to me
I guess I better up out this game
And whatever call me a little lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out these
ain't a damn thang 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)
was this angel, whoa oh oh oh
There was this angel, and it let me go

Ballaz: Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my life on the for mines
And my only damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine
heaven rained down on me
As I write these scriptures, and I'll be
I had a whole lot of in me
Before we them pictures, and even worse
Brothers and sisters hating on me
After we took them bitches, cause then you get to em first
and sisters started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never us nothing good
Ballas and out here waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and leave me stinking in a back
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)

Ballaz: Sko]
This shit got me off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't know me
If I'm right, pass me cause lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em everytime I get the now
Either could get put up on it, and coming up
We knew right wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over there on Konkress, at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's down me to your dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible they end up cause we drink again
on this dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the no mo'
Oh, my lost his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed
Played the that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga in death, as the gauge exploded on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, it with you
Grab some tissue, wipe my cause I miss you
God my niggas, I know you still here with us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the
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, died on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

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