Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
And all my thoughts like fuckin' my girlfriends
God my family and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any extra that come in handy

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

And we gots to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the still free, so fuck cops

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, child, black child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I 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 before I
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

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

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

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on 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