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 message to y'all
Who desperate to us young, benevolent hard heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop
The project logic is still salute the dead, spit
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs war hurts much to gain

Till the day we all say may your be champagne
we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish what freedom means to me
greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Haircut looks airbrushed and aware of us though
And we give a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle

A message to who trapped us up
From Federal guys who them up
We never die, we black and tough
Lead in eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton
Queens, even the needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies
On women 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 stand and you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma your hand come on let's ride
A message to who killed the king, who murdered 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, kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every won
yours, Street's Disciple, revelations