Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far a angel, more like a devil
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my on the pedal
you right where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill back up with shells from this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I and have no problem admitting
I'm like God to these bitches, my only a mitten
Got on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot every hit, miss and I'm back on yo' ass
I won't back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll and they ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the
give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer shit embedded in me
If I die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas,
I'm up in bitch wildin' for Chiraq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic, wreck it and him to sleep

Black on my gloves, black on my
I got it on me for any pussy nigga push me
If I want it, I it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was
on my gloves, black on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just that Jesus was waiting

Fresh off the where niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and with bitches
But never lock and try me, the get different
They know that I keep it on me and God as my
I been the business, probably I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn't no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't taking no
I call up the guys, and we take a
If we you locking, nigga, then we getting fire
Cause we rock you, don't wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss him, he won't survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, my religion
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't hungry but stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I sinned in the past but I the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit the mob

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was
Black on my gloves, black on my
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting