Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
They Baby, Tyre
They killed Lil Chilla, my and Corika
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the and Koreme
So heavenly father what are you to tell me
I guess I better bail up out this
And they call me a little lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out these
Cause ain't a thang good happening for me
It I'ma be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of mama told me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
was this angel, whoa oh oh oh
There was this angel, and it let me go

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my life on the line for
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, of mind was hard to find
D. Ski we miss you, nine roadies
From heaven down on me
As I write these scriptures, and I'll be
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we them pictures, and even worse
and sisters started hating on me
After we them bitches, cause then you get to take em first
Brothers and sisters started on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us good
Ballas and out here waiting on me
To my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Ballaz:
This shit got me off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers even know me
If I'm right, pass me cause lifted up a hand now
to em everytime I get the trash now
Either get put up on it, and coming up strong
We knew right wrong, but still we stayed away from home
Over there on Konkress, kicking at the with
A blessed up that's down with me to your dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible end up cause we gone drink again
on this dro ain't the same no mo'
Drinking on this henne shit ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he could of
the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab some tissue, my eyes cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here with us
Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these words
You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever died on any

(Chorus - 6x)

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