Luyện nghe bài hát Angel

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

(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 ? pass me the
say I got issues
And I reply, I put my life on the for mines
And that's my only damn
When D. Ski died, of mind was hard to find
D. Ski we miss you, nine roadies
heaven rained down on me
As I write these scriptures, and I'll be
I had a whole lot of in me
Before we took them pictures, and worse
Brothers and sisters hating on me
After we took them bitches, cause then you get to take em
and sisters started waiting on me
To represent for a hood, they never us nothing good
Ballas and killas out waiting on me
To my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times
To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little shine

(Chorus - 6x)

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

(Chorus - 6x)

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