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

Get get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is us

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

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

A message to who trapped us up
From Federal guys who backed 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 time we see to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our and triggers our enemies pullin'
On women and children

It wasn't no ghetto who mixed up the coke
And put in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry
And I'm not gon' just stand and you die
I'ma you a .9, I'ma grab 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 never can hate, man makes rules and
You just a ruthless dog, your 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,