Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, more a devil
SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right where you if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells from this .38
Won't till I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for years and I 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
Shoot every hit, miss and I'm back on yo' ass
I won't hold back, blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the
These thought I sold my soul to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the rate, I'll help it increase
I got the gorilla shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas,
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 pussy that push me
If I want it, I take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know Jesus was waiting
on my gloves, black on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was

Fresh off the corner where niggas and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and fucking bitches
But never and try me, the shit'll get different
They know 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 rapped on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I playing 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 rock you, don't wanna 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 them 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, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga push me
If I want it, I take it, 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, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting