Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And to God, I don't end up six feet deep
if I die, before 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
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the my weapon
Reppin' my sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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 papers and all my bitches at my wake

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