Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

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

(Chorus - 2x)
There was this angel, oh oh oh
There was this angel, and it let me go

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? pass me the
say I got issues
And I reply, I put my life on the for mines
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine
From heaven down on me
As I write scriptures, and I'll be fine
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took pictures, and even worse
Brothers and sisters hating on me
After we took them bitches, cause then you get to take em
Brothers and started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us nothing
Ballas and killas out here on me
To retrieve my goods and me stinking in a back wood
father have mercy 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 Ballaz:
This shit got me off, we use to be like rollies
But now 2000, the motherfuckers don't even know me
If I'm right, pass me cause they 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 from wrong, but still we stayed from home
Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's down me to your dark with
We'll meet again, I put this on a
If it's possible they end up cause we drink again
Puffing on this dro ain't the no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga his life, at an early age
And I cry to day, wishing that he could of stayed
Played the that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga in death, as the gauge exploded on the block
And like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here us niggas
I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the mirror
And not a word can you, cause I'm making these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

(*skit*)