Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

Not to play but pray for that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all up
In God's eyes, 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 shot
Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my
And I see the killer's still free, so cops

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

Now let me load my heat before I go to
And 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 at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends blunts
Nigga, we to bust and guns we trust
The copped me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' 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 thugs who won't pull out and put up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna 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 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

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street 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 give a nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody that'll for me
All my bitches out there that me slow nizzie
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And 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 before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

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