Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
They take Baby,
They Lil Chilla, my Mike 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 to tell me
I guess I better up out this game
And whatever they call me a lame ole' wee
A fin to get up out these streets
Cause a damn thang good happening for me
It I'ma be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything mama 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

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? pass me the
They say I got
And I reply, I put my life on the line for
And my only damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of was hard to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies
From rained down on me
As I write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a whole lot of in me
Before we took them pictures, and even
Brothers and sisters started on me
After we took them bitches, cause you get to take em first
Brothers and started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, never produce us nothing good
and killas out here waiting on me
To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Sko]
This got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the don't even know me
If I'm right, me cause they lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em I get the trash now
Either could get put up on it, and up strong
We knew from 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 possible they end up cause we gone drink again
Puffing on this dro the same no mo'
Drinking on 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 that he of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's
But my roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I see you everytime I look in the mirror
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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