Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And anythin' we to get, gots 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 fuck

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

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers
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, please forgive me for all my sins, please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my
Reppin' my sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on Earth that my soul should warn

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

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

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
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 niggaz is gonna me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to and pray 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, have mercy, street niggaz
Now let me hit the so my kids could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the street got for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet 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 some papers and all my at my wake

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