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 but pray for things that's corrupt
But the knows this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is created
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 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 them shots pop, bitch cops, where at?
Probably somewhere at Dunkin'
While black child got niggaz on the corner they hands cuffed

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 before I
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 protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my should warn

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

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

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

Hey, black child, child, now let me load 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 papers and all my bitches at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
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 ride for everybody ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow
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 feet
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 and all my bitches at my wake

Word to god, all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, nigga, let's go