Luyện nghe bài hát My Angel

(Young P)
Ayo show these mothafucka's how we do it
P, P, P, P
P, P, P, P
Who holding NYC huh?
P, P, P, P
Yeah,

It don't matter who popping for the
P is forever, it matter what's the new hot shit
My shit better, courtesy of myself, to me
I've hard to come with these
Sixteen's is much than a rap, this is pure facts
You see what's really good you catch him by himself
Dolly, I leave a fool like Jesus Christ
It's a he still living
And you could say a life time of prayer
But you never in this lifetime player be the of the murder murder
Killer killer, rap songs out the slums in the squala
a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich
I give some to you, now a nigga
Ha, I got two cents for you bums
Now as I burn rubber in the six-huns
CL made my gun a bell
Where the shots came from they can tell
They just here to fire and bails
One nigga on the ground dying in
Fo'real!
(Chorus) Prodigy and
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M O
P P P P P P P
And uno P
There's no
Kids 'em who I be
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M O
P P P P P P P
The one and
H.N.I.C. who NYC huh?

Listen, R.I.P begins
Dead bodies up, niggas getting hit
Others getting beat the out and bashed out
MOP style, they get out
I blade you up and cut you bad
You gon' need where your face's at
Boy I'll bullet riddle you up and you into parts
Then you all over the East Coast, kiko
You're playing with life
You with me you're like a baby running with a knife
You're upset your got my CD in the changer
And you rap too and she don't bump bangers
Your shit wack and on top
Your life style don't match the you pop
This is be simple 'cause you're easy
Like 1 2 3, I do it niggas as...
(Chorus) and kids