Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, me Lord, yo

If killin' is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
And all my evil thoughts fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any extra that come in handy

Not to play but pray for that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all up
In God's eyes, every nigga is equal
To crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' lethal

And we gots to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, to get shot nigga
Why not? A whole lot of died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so cops

We got no love for the Lord, that's why we gats
them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Donuts
While child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my should warn

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends blunts
Nigga, we lust to and guns we trust
The God's copped me a path, now that's
I'm tight my peeps was breathin' they last breath

Where we was, bubblin' in the of death
I to jail and end up bein' the last nigga left
Now, I fear no and hear no evil
Just the silencer on my Desert Eagle

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now the Hennessy
to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six feet
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
All the thugs in the street got for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, nigga, let's go