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

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

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, to get shot nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's free, so fuck cops

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

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 papers 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
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

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

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

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 niggaz is remember me

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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz
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 for everybody that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

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

Word to god, bless all my hood people, all my good
Alright, nigga, let's go