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

Get get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is us

I walk the block like whatever god, my to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent heads
Abrochrombie and rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, 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 hurts to gain

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

A to those who trapped us up
From Federal guys who them up
We never die, we black and tough
in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us locked up inside the beast
Look at the time we see to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our bullets and our enemies 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, I'ma your hand come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you can break
God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils run back into the caves you came from
that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Disciple, revelations