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 thoughts fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the bitch I in the Camry
And any extra guns come in handy

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

And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got
if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
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, cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Donuts
While black child got niggaz on the corner with they cuffed

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat
I go to sleep and pray 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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

I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody ride for me
All my bitches out there gave me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And 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 and all my bitches at my wake

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