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 god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist marksman
of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still the dead, glocks spit
Pour some juice out for in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my 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
Long as they perish forevers freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans and chucks
Solitaires, with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone 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
From guys who backed them up
We never will die, we and tough
in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up the beast
Look at the we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo needs
Our bullets and triggers our pullin'
On innocent and children

It wasn't no ghetto who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our but I'm not gon' cry
And I'm not just stand and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on 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 makes rules and
You just a dog, your kennel is waiting
You will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every won
yours, Street's Disciple, revelations