Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
take Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my and Corika
They're the 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 trying to me
I guess I better bail up out game
And whatever they call me a lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause a damn thang 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 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 life on the for mines
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine
heaven rained down on me
As I write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
we took them pictures, and even worse
Brothers and sisters started on me
After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first
and sisters 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 me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly have mercy on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so to be righteous and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Sko]
This 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, me cause they lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em everytime I get the now
Either 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 up niggas that's down with me to your dark with
meet again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible end up cause we gone drink again
Puffing on this dro the same no mo'
Drinking on this shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma a point of picture, kick it with you
some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I you still here with us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these 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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