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

Not to play but pray for things corrupt
But the Lord knows this is all fucked up
In eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we '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 fuck

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

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
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 before I
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 sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my should warn

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

Where we was, bubblin' in the 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 Desert

Nigga to free my people, I'm for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out and put up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the
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 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

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 in the street got love for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out that gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'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

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