Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
They take Baby,
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 what are you trying to tell me
I guess I better bail up out game
And they call me a little lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause ain't a damn good happening for me
It seems be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything mama me
God's got his on you Geno

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

Ballaz: Lo]
I cry in my ? pass me the
say I got issues
And I reply, I put my life on the for mines
And that's my damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies
From heaven down on me
As I these scriptures, and I'll be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took them pictures, and worse
Brothers and sisters hating on me
After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first
Brothers and started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they produce us nothing good
Ballas and killas out waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and leave me stinking in a wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these times
To the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

Ballaz: Sko]
This shit got me pissed off, we use to be rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't know me
If I'm right, pass me they lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em everytime I get the now
could get put up on it, and coming up strong
We knew right from wrong, but still we stayed from home
Over there on Konkress, at the park with
A blessed up niggas down with me to your dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible they end up cause we gone drink
Puffing on this dro ain't the no mo'
on this henne shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my lost his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when dark
But my roll 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 eyes cause I you
God bless my niggas, I 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, cause I'm making these clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever died on any

(Chorus - 6x)

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