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, hard heads
Abrochrombie and rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop Big Pop departed
The project logic is salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Worth, Oakdale
fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain

Till the day we all say may pain be champagne
we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forevers what freedom to me
Blowin' greenery, eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones with the 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 stayin' on my

A message to those who us up
From Federal who backed them up
We never will die, we black and
Lead in your eye, we to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the
Look at the we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo needs
Our and triggers our enemies pullin'
On innocent women and

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, I'ma grab your come on let's ride
A to those 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 the caves you came from
Whenever day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,