Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And anythin' we gots to get, to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get nigga
Why not? A lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so fuck

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
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

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

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

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

Nigga to my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
Before I go to 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 and all my bitches at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
All the in the street got love for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there gave me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat 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 papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

Word to god, bless all my hood people, all my good
Alright, c'mon nigga, go