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 thoughts fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns that come in

Not to play but for things that's corrupt
But the Lord this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is created
To some crackers, we evil 'cause we lethal

And anythin' we gots to get, to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get shot
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, cops, where They 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 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

God, please me for all my sins, Lord 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

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

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

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to and pray to God, I don't 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 bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, niggaz pray
Now let me hit the so my kids could 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 that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me my heat 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 some
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

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