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)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl,

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

Say to the bad guy
'Zy with my cat eye, dead eye
afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out

My hit the shelves
We hustle for record
Hit my liquor
Let my niggas learn in jail

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

I'm married to the game and every the same
rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you in
Empty the if niggas give you the reason

Never was the type to be and duckin' and weavin' by the grievin'
My no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, the glock to my girl
mix the kids with the biz, baby, the industry's hell worth it

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to 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,
they come 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)

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

The paper got us dressin' and
We a lot
Confessions get us blessings from the
We sin a lot

will 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?

P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or
give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, no chicken
kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, ammunition, baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's down

And mami wants to out
So the best computer
Yes, never more
Fresh out the foster

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

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

Who been left a black out
Tear up the stack
Comin' out or they always rat
(Come on, pick it up, through)

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

Insidious, hiddious, gritty 'cuz she that in the club
the prettiest in a mini
Whitiest with the mistress
Can see just beatin' up

Got even the little kids pickin' up and nickels
'Cuz they're in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a minimum a penny
be spendin'

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

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

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

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 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,
When they 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,