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 block like whatever god, my to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin'
Hitchcock of since Big Pop departed
The project is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Worth, Oakdale
Every fed where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain

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

A to those who trapped us up
From Federal guys who them up
We never will die, we and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to
of us been locked up inside the beast
Look at the we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our and triggers our enemies pullin'
On innocent and children

It no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke
And put in our buildings 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 message to those who killed the king, who the Christ
The same regime, God has built you never can break
What God has you never 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
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
yours, Street's Disciple, revelations