Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

Not to play but pray for things corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all up
In God's eyes, every is created equal
To some crackers, we evil we livin' lethal

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why not? A lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so cops

We got no for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got niggaz on the with they hands cuffed

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six deep
'Cause if I die, 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

God, please forgive me for all my sins, please
23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with
It's on this Earth that my soul should warn

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we
The God's copped me a path, now that's
I'm tight 'cause my was breathin' they last breath

Where we was, in the valley of death
I to jail and end up bein' the last nigga left
Now, I no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the on my Desert Eagle

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and 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 I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the got love for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

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

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And to God, I don't 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 and all my bitches at my wake

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