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 fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns come in handy

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

And anythin' we 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 killer's free, so fuck cops

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

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And 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

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

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

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

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

Hey, black child, child, now let me load 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 niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
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 before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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