Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my 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 some
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, forgive me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

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

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

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

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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, niggaz pray
Now let me hit the so my kids 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
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat before I go to
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 niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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