Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

Intro)
Tell me why did they Al B
They take Baby,
They killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and
the dying and Koreme
Tell me why did they Al B, Al B
Lil Chilla, my Mike, and
They're the and Koreme
So heavenly father what are you trying to me
I guess I better up out this game
And whatever they me a little lame ole' wee
A nigga fin to get up out streets
Cause ain't a thang good happening for me
It seems be the next one to go, oh no
I'm out of everything told me
God's got his hands on you

(Chorus - 2x)
There was this angel, oh oh oh
There was this angel, and it let me go

Ballaz: Lo]
I cry in my ? pass me the
say I got issues
And I reply, I put my on the line for mines
And my only damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to
D. Ski we you, sweeped nine roadies
From heaven rained on me
As I write these scriptures, and I'll be
I had a whole lot of in me
Before we took pictures, and even worse
Brothers and sisters started on me
After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first
Brothers and started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us nothing
Ballas and killas out waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly have mercy on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be and let my little light shine

(Chorus - 6x)

[Darkside Ballaz:
This shit got me off, we use to be like rollies
But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't know me
If I'm right, pass me cause they lifted up a now
Blinded to em everytime I get the now
could get put up on it, and coming up strong
We right from wrong, but still we stayed away from home
there on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's down with me to dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible end up cause we gone drink again
Puffing on this dro the same no mo'
on this henne shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga his life, at an early age
And I cry to this day, that he could of stayed
Played the cards that he was dealt, gone when it's dark
But my nigga in death, as the gauge exploded on the block
And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, it with you
Grab some tissue, wipe my cause I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here us niggas
Cause I feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the mirror
And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these words
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the drive-by to the
Chi worldwide, died on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

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