Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far a angel, more like a devil
SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna
Went through a killing spree for years and I repented
Father, me, I sinned and have no problem admitting
I'm like God to these bitches, my problem's a mitten
Got black on my gloves, on my mask
Shoot every hit, miss and I'm coming on yo' ass
I won't 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 my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I sold my to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, help it increase
I got the realer shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can
Cause I'm corrupted, I with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this wildin' for Chiraq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic, wreck it and him to sleep

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, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, black on my
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting

Fresh off the corner niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and fucking with
But lock and try me, the shit'll get different
They know I keep it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, probably I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the
niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't no shorts
I call up the guys, and we take a
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we fire
Cause we tryna rock you, don't see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't
I'm telling you niggas ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation prevents poor performance in
I'm where them niggas ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I I sinned in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit the mob

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