Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far a angel, more like a devil
SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells from .38 special
Won't stop I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went a killing spree for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and no problem admitting
I'm like God to these bitches, my only a mitten
Got black on my gloves, on my mask
every hit, miss and I'm coming back on yo' ass
I won't back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' blow and they 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 murder rate, I'll help it
I got the realer gorilla embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can
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 nigga that push me
If I want it, I take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that 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 that Jesus was waiting

Fresh off the where niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get
They know I keep 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 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 call up the guys, and we a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we getting
Cause we tryna rock you, don't see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss 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 performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't hungry but they 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
a funeral, nigga, that's on the gas
Life, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know Jesus was waiting