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 your up with shells from this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for years and I repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and 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 coming on yo' ass
I won't hold back, blow and knock you flat 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
These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the
Don't give a fuck the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer gorilla embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my soul you can keep
Cause I'm corrupted, I with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this bitch for Chiraq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic, it and rock him to sleep

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

off the corner where niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and fucking bitches
But lock and try me, the shit'll get different
They that I keep it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, probably think I holding the
I was only 12 or 13 when I first on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I playing no sports
Man, I wanted the thing, I wasn't taking no shorts
I call up the guys, and we a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we getting
Cause we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you
If we up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation prevents poor performance in
I'm from where them ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I sinned in the but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I been hit from the mob

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga that me
If I want it, I take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just that Jesus was waiting
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 know that Jesus was