Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat 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 before I
Let me die on some papers and all my 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, they blessed protection
It's nothin' on this Earth my soul should warn

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

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

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

Hey, black child, black child, 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 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 so my kids could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
All the thugs in the street got for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

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

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I 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

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