Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
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, Lord
Psalms 23, the is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

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

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

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

Hey, child, black child, now let me load my heat
I go to sleep and pray 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 papers and all my bitches at my wake

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

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me 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 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