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

Get ready get
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 heads
Abrochrombie and rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, spit
some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
fed jail where all my dawgs 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 forevers what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
looks airbrushed and they're aware of us though
And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though on my hustle

A to those who trapped us up
From guys who backed them up
We will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to
Half of us been locked up inside the
Look at the time we see to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo needs
Our and triggers our enemies pullin'
On women and children

It no ghetto killers who mixed 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 those who killed the king, who the Christ
The regime, what God has built you never can break
God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,