Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far a angel, more like a devil
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my on the pedal
Murdering you right you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with from this .38 special
Won't stop I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for years and I never
Father, forgive me, I and have no problem admitting
I'm like God to these bitches, my only problem's a
Got black on my gloves, on my mask
Shoot every hit, and I'm coming back on yo' ass
I hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' blow and they ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the
These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the
Don't a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my soul you can keep
I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this bitch for Chiraq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting
on my gloves, black on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was

Fresh off the corner where niggas and kick it
Politicing gangstas and fucking with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get
know that I keep it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, think I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 I first rapped on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I playing no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't taking no
I call up the guys, and we take a
If we catch you locking, nigga, we getting fire
Cause we tryna rock you, don't see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss him, he won't survive
I'm telling you ain't ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I sinned in the past but I beat the
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit the mob

Black on my gloves, on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy that push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was