Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Angel

Far from a angel, more like a
Black SUVs, metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right where you stand if I ever you
I can fill back up with shells from this .38 special
Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm replenish
Went through a killing for years and I never repented
Father, me, I sinned and have no problem admitting
I'm like God to bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot every hit, miss and I'm back on yo' ass
I hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and ride for the cash
I'm a for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers I sold my soul to the beast
Don't give a about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the gorilla shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas,
I'm up in this bitch wildin' for Chiraq, what you
I catch him in traffic, it and rock him to sleep

Black on my gloves, black on my
I got it on me for any pussy that push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, just that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, on my mask
It's a funeral, nigga, on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting

Fresh off the corner niggas hustle and kick it
Politicing with gangstas and with bitches
But never lock and try me, the get different
They know that I keep it on me and God as my
I been the business, probably think I the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I rapped on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no
Man, I wanted the thing, I wasn't taking no shorts
I call up the guys, and we a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, we getting fire
Cause we tryna rock you, don't see you alive
If we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he won't
I'm telling you ain't ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, and pussy, yes, that's my religion
Proper preparation poor performance in winning
I'm from where them niggas ain't but they stay in the kitchen
I tell they to pray, look, bitch, I'm God
I know I sinned in the past but I the odds
I put in work, I did it for
Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit the mob

Black on my gloves, black on my
I got it on me for any nigga that push me
If I want it, I take it, of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, on my mask
a funeral, nigga, that's on the gas
Life, I'mma take it, angel of
I'm a hitter for hitters, know that Jesus was waiting