Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And anythin' we gots to get, 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 free, so fuck cops

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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

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

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
Before I go to and pray 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the so my kids could 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 ride for everybody ride for me
All my out there 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 feet
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
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, c'mon nigga, go