Luyện nghe bài hát A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People

Get ready get
This is Prophecy, God is us

I walk the block like whatever god, my to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, hard heads
Abrochrombie and rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop Big Pop departed
The project logic is still the dead, glocks spit
Pour some out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs war hurts much to gain

Till the day we all say may pain be champagne
Then we all away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forevers freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil
Thrown away, gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Haircut looks and they're aware of us though
And we don't give a flyin' 747 though stayin' on my hustle

A message to who trapped us up
From Federal who backed them up
We never die, we black and tough
Lead in eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies
On innocent and children

It wasn't no ghetto who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not cry
And I'm not just stand and watch you die
pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride
A to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man rules and laws
You a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
yours, Street's Disciple, revelations