Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I 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 I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

we was, bubblin' in the valley of death
I went to jail and end up the last nigga left
Now, I fear no evil and hear no
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
Lord gave me the energy, now the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is remember me

Hey, child, black child, now let me load my heat
I go to sleep 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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

I don't give a nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow
Make 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 feet
'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 at my wake

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