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

Get ready get
is Prophecy, God is with us

I walk the like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin'
of Hip-Hop since 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, Fort Worth,
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to

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

A to those who trapped us up
Federal guys who backed them up
We will die, we black and tough
in your 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 needs dreams
Our bullets and our enemies pullin'
On innocent and children

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