Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me load my heat 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

God, please me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the 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 to bust and guns we trust
The copped me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight my peeps was breathin' they last breath

Where we was, bubblin' in the valley of
I went to jail and end up bein' the nigga left
Now, I fear no evil and no evil
threw the silencer 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
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the
Word to God, all y'all is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
Before I go to and pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers
And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before 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 kids 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 everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out that gave me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat before I go to
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 papers and all my at my wake

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