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 family and the bitch I in the Camry
And any extra that come in handy

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, 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 papers and all my bitches at my

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

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff
Nigga, we lust to bust and we trust
The God's me a path, now that's righteous
I'm 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breath

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

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
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me load my
Before I go to and pray to God, I don't 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 papers and all my at my wake

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

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me 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 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

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