Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If killin' is wrong, God forgive 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 guns that come in handy

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
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 bitches at my

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't give a nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me load my heat 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

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