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 fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns come in handy

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

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

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

Now let me 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 before I
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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

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

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

Nigga to free my people, I'm for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out and put up in me
Lord me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and to God, I don't end up six feet deep
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

Shit, if I die Lord, mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids 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 everybody ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Word to god, all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, nigga, let's go