Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

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

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

Not to but pray for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all up
In God's eyes, every is created equal
To some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin'

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

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

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
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 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
my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on Earth that my soul should warn

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we
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 and end up bein' the last nigga left
Now, I no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer on my Desert

to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me
gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all niggaz is gonna remember me

Hey, child, black child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep 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 niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street pray
Now let me hit the streets so my could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the thugs in the street got for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C
And for everybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow
Make bottles of remi, 'em so pissy

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 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, nigga, let's go