Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
take Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and
They're the dying and
Tell me why did Al B, Al B yeah
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the dying and
So heavenly father are you trying to tell me
I I better bail up out this game
And whatever they call me a little lame wee
A nigga fin to get up out these
Cause ain't a thang good happening for me
It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything told me
got his hands on you Geno

(Chorus - 2x)
There was this angel, oh oh oh
was this 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 line for
And that's my damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find
D. Ski we you, sweeped nine roadies
heaven rained down on me
As I write scriptures, and I'll be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took them pictures, and even
Brothers and sisters hating on me
we took them bitches, cause then you get to take em first
Brothers and started waiting on me
To for a hood, they never produce us nothing good
Ballas and killas out waiting on me
To my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood
father have mercy on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little 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 even me
If I'm right, pass me 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 right from wrong, but still we stayed away from home
there on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas down with me to your dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible they end up we gone drink again
Puffing on this dro the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the no mo'
Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an age
And I cry to this day, that he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when dark
But my roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it you
Grab some tissue, my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you here with us niggas
Cause I 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, the drive-by to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever died on any

(Chorus - 6x)

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