Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, more like a
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my on the pedal
Murdering you where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells this .38 special
Won't till I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no admitting
I'm like God to bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got black on my gloves, black on my
Shoot 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 lil' niggas'll blow and ride for the cash
I'm a for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I sold my to the beast
Don't a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer gorilla shit in me
If I should die right now, I my dark soul you can keep
I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
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, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga 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, black on my
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that was waiting

Fresh off the corner niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and fucking with
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 I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the
Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn't no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't 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, wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any could get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, my religion
Proper preparation prevents poor in winning
I'm from them 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 been hit 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, know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, just that Jesus was waiting