Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

Not to play but pray for things that's
But the Lord knows world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil 'cause we lethal

And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's free, so fuck cops

We got no for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got on the corner with they hands cuffed

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
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 me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my
Reppin' my upper sections, blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we
The God's copped me a path, now righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' last breath

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

to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who pull 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, child, black child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

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

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

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

Word to god, all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, c'mon nigga, go