Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, more like a
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the
Murdering you right where you if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with from this .38 special
stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no admitting
I'm God to these bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got black on my gloves, black on my
Shoot every hit, miss and I'm back on yo' ass
I hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' blow and they ride for the cash
I'm a for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These thought I sold my soul to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it
I got the gorilla shit embedded in me
If I die right now, I pray my dark 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, wreck it and him to sleep

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

Fresh off the corner niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and fucking bitches
But never lock and try me, the get different
They know that I it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, probably think I the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the
Battling 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 see you alive
If we up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any could get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, that's my
Proper preparation prevents poor in winning
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 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, black on my
I got it on me for any pussy nigga that me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
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, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting