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

Get ready get
This is Prophecy, God is us

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

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

A message to those who us up
Federal guys who backed them up
We will die, we black and tough
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 needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our pullin'
On innocent and children

It no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not cry
And I'm not gon' just and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the
The regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is
You devils will run into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every won
Sincerely yours, Disciple, revelations