Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If killin' niggaz is wrong, God me for my sins
And all my thoughts like fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns that in handy

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

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

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

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 I wake
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins, please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my 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 puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to and guns we trust
The God's copped me a path, now righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they breath

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

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

Hey, child, black child, now let me load my heat
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, have mercy, niggaz pray
Now let me hit the so my kids could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach
All the in the street 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 me slow nizzie
Make of remi, keep 'em so pissy

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

to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people
Alright, nigga, let's go