Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, me Lord, yo

If killin' niggaz is wrong, God me for my sins
And all my evil thoughts like my girlfriends
God bless my and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns that in handy

Not to play but for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this is all fucked up
In eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin'

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why not? A lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so cops

We got no for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them pop, bitch cops, where They at?
somewhere at Dunkin' Donuts
While black got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord
Psalms 23, the Lord is my and the gun's my weapon
my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we
The copped me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight 'cause my was breathin' they last breath

we was, bubblin' in the valley of death
I went to jail and end up the last nigga left
Now, I fear no and hear no evil
Just the silencer on my Desert Eagle

Nigga to my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'Cause if I die, I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street pray
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
All the thugs in the got love for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six deep
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, nigga, let's go