Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, like a devil
Black SUVs, metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right where you if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells from this .38
Won't stop I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
through a killing spree for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem
I'm God to these bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot every hit, and I'm coming back on yo' ass
I won't back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and they for the cash
I'm a for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll it increase
I got the realer gorilla shit in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark you can keep
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this bitch wildin' for Chiraq, what you
I catch him in traffic, it and rock him to sleep

Black on my gloves, black on my
I got it on me for any pussy that push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, black on my
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that was waiting

Fresh off the corner where niggas and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get
They know that I it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, probably think I holding the
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the
Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no
Man, I the whole thing, I wasn't taking no shorts
I up the guys, and we take a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we fire
we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't
I'm telling you ain't ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, that's my
Proper preparation prevents performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't hungry but they stay in the
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I been hit from the mob

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just that Jesus was waiting