Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
They 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 dying and
So heavenly father what are you 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 thang good happening for me
It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything told me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
There was angel, whoa 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 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
we took them pictures, and even worse
Brothers and started hating on me
After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters started on me
To represent for a hood, never produce us nothing good
and killas out here waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Ballaz:
This got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies
But now 2000, the motherfuckers don't even know me
If I'm right, pass me cause they 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 wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's 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 again
on this dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my lost his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed
the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it you
Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I you
God bless my niggas, I you still here with us niggas
I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, cause I'm these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

(*skit*)