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 fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the bitch I in the Camry
And any extra guns that in handy

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

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the still free, so fuck cops

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

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

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

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

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

Nigga to my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And who won't pull 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, child, black child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz
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 give a nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And to God, I don't end up six feet 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, nigga, let's go