Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

Not to play but for things that's corrupt
But the knows this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is equal
To some crackers, we 'cause we livin' 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 still free, so fuck cops

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

Now let me load my before 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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