Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
take Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my and Corika
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did Al B, Al B yeah
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 this
And whatever they call me a little lame wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause ain't a damn thang happening for me
It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything mama me
got his hands on you Geno

(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 damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine
From rained down on me
As I write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we 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 waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us good
Ballas and killas out here on me
To my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these times
To tell the truth, so hard to be righteous and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Ballaz:
This shit got me pissed off, we use to be 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 I get the trash now
Either get put up on it, and coming up strong
We right from wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's down with me to your with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's they 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 his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab tissue, wipe my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still 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 making these clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the to the trigga
Chi worldwide, died on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

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