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 evil like fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the bitch I in the Camry
And any extra that come in handy

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

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

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

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six 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

God, please me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with
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 guns we
The God's copped me a path, now righteous
I'm 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breath

Where we was, bubblin' in the of death
I went to jail and end up the last nigga left
Now, I fear no evil and hear no
Just the silencer on my Desert Eagle

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

Hey, black child, black child, now let me load my
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, 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 papers and all my bitches at my

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 got love 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 bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six 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 papers and all my bitches at my

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