Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

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

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

Fresh off the corner where niggas hustle and it
Politicing with and fucking with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get
They know that I keep it on me and God as my
I been the business, probably think I holding the
I was 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch
niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no sports
Man, I the whole thing, I wasn't taking no shorts
I call up the guys, and we a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, we getting fire
Cause we tryna rock you, don't see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, my religion
Proper prevents poor performance in winning
I'm from where niggas ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I done hit from the mob

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