Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far a angel, more like a devil
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the
you right where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up shells from this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna
through a killing spree for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I and have no problem 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 hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and they 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 give a 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
I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this wildin' for Chiraq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any nigga 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, I'mma take it, 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 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 I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 I first rapped on the porch
niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't no shorts
I up the guys, and we take a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we getting
Cause we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you
If we slide up on him, cheese him, he won't survive
I'm telling you ain't ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from them niggas ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell they 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, 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 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, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know Jesus was waiting