Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If killin' niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my
And all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my
God bless my family and the bitch I in the Camry
And any extra guns come in handy

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

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

We got no for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops, They at?
Probably at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got 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, before I wake, let me die on some
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

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

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

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

Nigga to my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And who won't 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 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 before I
Let me die on papers and all my bitches 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 don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

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, I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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