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 guns that come in

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

And anythin' we to get, gots 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 fuck

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

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'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 and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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

to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the
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 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 before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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