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 evil like fuckin' my girlfriends
God my family and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any guns that come in handy

Not to play but for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows world is all fucked up
In eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we 'cause we livin' lethal

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's free, so fuck cops

We got no love for the Lord, that's why we gats
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 before I go to
And pray to God, I don't end up six deep
if I die, before 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

God, forgive me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my
Reppin' my sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends blunts
Nigga, we lust to and guns we trust
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 went to jail and end up bein' the nigga left
Now, I fear no evil and hear no
Just the silencer on my Desert Eagle

Nigga to free my people, I'm 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, child, black child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to and pray to God, I don't 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 at my wake

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz
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 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 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 I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

Word to god, bless all my hood people, all my people
Alright, c'mon nigga, go