Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did take Al B
They Baby, Tyre
killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika
They're the dying and
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the dying and
So heavenly what are you trying to tell me
I guess I better bail up out this
And whatever they call me a little lame wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause a damn thang good happening for me
It seems be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything told me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
was this angel, whoa oh oh oh
There was this angel, and it let me go

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my on the line for mines
And that's my damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find
D. Ski we miss you, nine roadies
From heaven down on me
As I write these scriptures, and be fine
I had a whole lot of in me
we took them pictures, and even worse
Brothers and sisters hating on me
After we took bitches, cause then you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us good
Ballas and killas out here on me
To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so to be righteous and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Sko]
shit got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't know me
If I'm right, me cause they lifted up a hand now
Blinded to em I get the trash now
could get put up on it, and coming up strong
We knew right from wrong, but we stayed away from home
there on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's with me to your dark with
We'll meet again, I put on a fiend
If possible they end up cause we gone drink again
Puffing on dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit just the same no mo'
Oh, my lost his life, at an early age
And I cry to day, wishing that he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, records when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the exploded on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, it with you
some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still with us niggas
Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, I'm making these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the drive-by to the
Chi worldwide, whoever died on any

(Chorus - 6x)

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