Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
They take Baby,
They Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
the dying and Koreme
So heavenly father what are you trying to me
I guess I better up out this game
And whatever they call me a little lame wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause ain't a thang good happening for me
It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything mama me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
was this angel, whoa oh oh oh
There was angel, and it won't let me go

Ballaz: Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my life on the line for
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, piece of was hard to find
D. Ski we miss you, nine roadies
From heaven down on me
As I write scriptures, and I'll be fine
I had a whole lot of in me
Before we took them pictures, and worse
Brothers and sisters started on me
After we took them bitches, cause then you get to em first
Brothers and sisters started on me
To represent for a hood, they produce us nothing good
Ballas and out here waiting on me
To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little 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 everytime I get the now
Either could get put up on it, and up strong
We knew right wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's down with me to your with
We'll meet again, I put on a fiend
If it's possible they end up cause we gone drink
Puffing on dro ain't the same no mo'
on this henne shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, that he could of stayed
Played the cards he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it you
Grab some tissue, wipe my cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here with us
Cause I could feel you, I see you everytime I look in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, cause I'm these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga
Chi worldwide, died on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

(*skit*)