Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why not? A whole lot of 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, cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Dunkin'
While black child got niggaz on the corner with hands cuffed

Now let me load my 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 I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And who won't pull out and put slugs up in me
gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, 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
if I die, before 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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the 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 gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

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

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