Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
take Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my 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 bail up out this game
And whatever they call me a little ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out these
Cause a damn thang good happening for me
It seems be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything told me
God's got his hands on you

(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 ? 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 to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies
From heaven rained on me
As I these scriptures, and I'll be fine
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 you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters started on me
To represent for a hood, they produce us nothing good
Ballas and killas out here on me
To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father mercy 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 Sko]
This shit got me pissed off, we use to be rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers even know me
If I'm right, pass me they lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em I get the trash now
could 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 that's down with me to your dark with
We'll meet again, I put on a fiend
If it's possible end up cause we gone drink again
Puffing on dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit just the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an age
And I cry to day, wishing that he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records when it's 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 cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I you still here with us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I see you everytime I look in the mirror
And not a word can you, cause I'm making 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*)