Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

And we gots 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 free, so fuck cops

We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack
When 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 load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six 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 papers and all my bitches at my

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

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

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

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

Hey, black child, black child, 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 I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

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

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

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 I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, c'mon nigga, go