Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got
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 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 they hands

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

God, please forgive me for all my sins, please
23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my sections, they 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 to bust and guns we trust
The God's me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they breath

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

Nigga to free my people, I'm for the enemy
And thugs who pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, 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 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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street pray
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the street got for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I don't give a 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, 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And pray to God, I 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 I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

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