Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

If killin' is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
And all my thoughts 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 pray for things corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all up
In eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil we livin' lethal

And anythin' we to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, to get shot nigga
Why A whole lot of thugs 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?
Probably at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got niggaz on the corner 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 some papers and all my at my wake

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

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff
Nigga, we lust to bust and we trust
The God's copped me a path, now that's
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 no evil and hear no evil
threw the silencer on my Desert Eagle

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And thugs who pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all niggaz is gonna remember me

Hey, black child, black child, now let me load my
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 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, street niggaz
Now let me hit the so my kids could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the street got 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 gave me nizzie
Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so

Now let me my heat before 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 before I
Let me die on papers and all my bitches at my wake

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