Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack
When them shots pop, cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Dunkin'
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 papers 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
my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and we trust
The God's copped me a path, now 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 last left
Now, I no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer on my Eagle

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

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
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 that'll for me
All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie
Make of remi, keep 'em so pissy

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, 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

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