Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

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

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

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

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
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 and all my bitches at my wake

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

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff
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 and end up bein' the last nigga left
Now, I fear no evil and no evil
threw the silencer 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 me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all niggaz 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
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 papers and all my at my wake

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

I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there 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 before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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