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

Get get prepared
is Prophecy, God is with us

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

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

A message to who trapped us up
Federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we and tough
in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been up inside the beast
at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our bullets and 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 just stand and watch you die
pass 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 you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man rules and laws
You a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
Sincerely yours, Disciple, revelations