Luyện nghe bài hát Angels With Dirty Faces

Let it go
(Let this life go)
Let go
(Time is passin' the cops come)
Big beef, big with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
the backs of the lines as we growl, motherfucker

We are livin' in the last motherfuckin'
is Revelations, if it don't go down now
That mean was wrong
Can you face yourself that question?
Or the answer? What the do you believe in?

Say to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, eye
Ain't to flame a rat up
But I hot out

My album hit the
We hustle for record
Hit my liquor
Let my niggas about in jail

Till the squad cars accel', to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit, like pit in the bull pen
that a fine, no
If you like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw mask on
got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'

I'm married to the game and every year's the
Bullets rain all
Heaven and Hell is what you believe in
Empty the shells if give you the reason

Never was the type to be stuck and and weavin' by the grievin'
My story's no tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz, baby, the industry's worth it

Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)

Look in, they grill and get the
'Cuz can mean a lot
Threw my in your progress
And you I seen a lot

The got us dressin' and impressin'
We a lot
get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot

Wonder He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy, they label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

It's P. muthafucka
Do or
give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no
Tigh kids are me what's ammunition
Buck, ammunition, baby
You let me slow down, the guy got me's fell down

And mami wants to out
So bought the best
Yes, never more
Fresh out the home

If I had a talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her 'bout how she had designers
Can she come buy me?
Come with me, provide me with a gun

Slide the road, come get high with me
You come weed with me anymore
You don't me anymore
me bitch, shit, I've slept on the floor

Who been left before a out
Tear up the house
Comin' out detention or always rat
(Come on, it up, ride through)

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Insidious, hiddious, gritty 'cuz she that in the club
Smack the prettiest in a
Whitiest beefin' with the
Can see they just up

Got even the little pickin' up pennies and nickels
'Cuz they're fallin' in with his teddy book
them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny
Gotta be

We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour
What kinda knowledge is that I be reapin'
Dippin' and talking' how for money
And up going back, we made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you what I bring

Yeah, yeah,
See you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you do
We can do it anywhere, here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your to a nightmare

Niggas don't creep, no sleep, the heat
They lookin' at me funny, a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, your clips
War's on my mind, packin' bullets the mines, muthafucka's

Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,