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 like my girlfriends
God bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the
And any extra that come in handy

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

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

We got no love for the Lord, that's why we gats
When them pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got niggaz on the corner with hands cuffed

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, 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

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

a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we
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 valley of
I went to and end up bein' the last nigga left
Now, I no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the 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
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
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 some
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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my 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 everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there that me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat before I go to
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 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