Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, like a devil
Black SUVs, 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 this .38 special
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 no problem admitting
I'm like God to these bitches, my only problem's a
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 and they ride for the cash
I'm a for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I my soul to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, help it increase
I got the gorilla shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark you can keep
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas,
I'm up in this bitch wildin' for Chiraq, 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 take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know Jesus was waiting
on my gloves, black on my mask
a funeral, nigga, that's on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting

Fresh off the corner where hustle and kick it
Politicing gangstas and fucking with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get
They know that I keep it on me and God as my
I the business, probably think I holding the torch
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 taking no
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 survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I sinned in the but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I been hit from 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, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, just 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 that Jesus was waiting