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

Get get prepared
is Prophecy, God is with us

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

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

A message to who trapped us up
From Federal who backed them up
We never will die, we and tough
Lead in your eye, we to bust
Half of us locked up inside the beast
at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies
On women and children

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