Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

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

(Chorus - 2x)
There was angel, whoa oh oh oh
was this angel, and it won't let me go

[Darkside Lo]
I cry in my ? me the tissue
They say I got
And I reply, I put my life on the line for
And my only damn mission
When D. Ski died, piece of was hard to find
D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine
From heaven rained on me
As I write these scriptures, and I'll be
I had a lot of hell in me
Before we took them pictures, and worse
Brothers and started hating on me
After we took bitches, cause then you get to take em first
Brothers and started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never produce us nothing
and killas out here waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and leave me stinking in a back
Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little light

(Chorus - 6x)

Ballaz: Sko]
This shit got me pissed off, we use to be rollies
But now it's 2000, the don't even know me
If I'm right, pass me cause they up a hand now
Blinded to em everytime I get the now
Either could get put up on it, and coming up
We knew right from wrong, but still we away from home
there on Konkress, kicking at the park with
A blessed up niggas that's with me to your dark with
We'll again, I put this on a fiend
If it's possible they end up cause we drink again
Puffing on this dro ain't the no mo'
Drinking on henne shit just ain't the same no mo'
Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an age
And I cry to this day, wishing that he could of
Played the cards that he was dealt, records when it's dark
But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge on the block
And just like Pac, paint a point of picture, kick it with you
Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes I miss you
God bless my niggas, I know you still here with us
Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the
And not a can hear you, cause I'm making these words clearer
You are my angel, and my nigga, from the to the trigga
Chi worldwide, whoever on any side

(Chorus - 6x)

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