Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
And all my evil thoughts 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 that's corrupt
But the knows this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is created
To crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' 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 died on my
And I see the killer's still free, so fuck

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

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 niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

God, please forgive me for all my sins, please
23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on Earth 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 my peeps was breathin' they last breath

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

to free my people, I'm prepared 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 is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
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 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 don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
Make of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat I go to sleep
And pray to God, I end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on 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