Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
They take Baby,
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 me a little lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out these
Cause ain't a damn thang good for me
It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything mama me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
There was this angel, 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 that's my only 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 write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took them pictures, and worse
Brothers and started hating on me
After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they produce us nothing good
and killas out here waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and 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 and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Ballaz:
shit 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, pass me cause 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 right wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas down with me to your dark with
We'll meet again, I put this on a
If it's possible they end up cause we gone again
Puffing on dro ain't the same no mo'
on this henne shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed
Played the that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, it with you
some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I miss you
God my niggas, I know you still here with us niggas
Cause I feel you, I could 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, from the drive-by to the
Chi worldwide, died on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

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