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

Till the day we all say may your be champagne
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die
as they perish forevers 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 airbrushed and they're 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 black and
Lead in your eye, we to bust
Half of us been locked up the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton
Queens, even the Congo needs
Our bullets and triggers our pullin'
On innocent 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' stand and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, 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 you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes and laws
You a ruthless 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