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 bitch I in the Camry
And any extra guns that in handy

Not to but pray for things that's 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 to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, to get shot nigga
Why not? A lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so cops

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

Now let me load my 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 some
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 Sheppard and the gun's my
Reppin' my upper sections, blessed with protection
nothin' on this 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 that's
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was 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 thugs who won't pull out and put up in me
gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna 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 niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die 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 streets so my kids eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the in the street 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 that'll ride for me
All my out there that gave me slow nizzie
bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my heat before I go to
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 at my wake

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