Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, more a devil
SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right where you stand if I catch you
I can fill your back up with from this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna
through a killing spree for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem
I'm God to these bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot every hit, and I'm coming back on yo' ass
I won't hold back, blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my to the streets
These motherfuckers I sold my soul to the beast
give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer shit embedded in me
If I die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep
I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this wildin' 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 nigga that push me
If I it, I take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that was waiting
Black on my gloves, black on my
a funeral, nigga, that's on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was

Fresh off the where niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with and fucking with bitches
But never and try me, the shit'll get different
know that I keep it on me and God as my witness
I the business, probably think I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first 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 you locking, nigga, then we getting fire
we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, cheese him, he won't survive
I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, that's my
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I been hit from the mob

Black on my gloves, black on my
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 Jesus was waiting