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
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', glistenin' marksman
of Hip-Hop since 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
Every fed jail where all my dawgs war hurts much to gain

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

A message to who trapped us up
From guys who backed them up
We never die, we black and tough
Lead in eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been up inside the beast
at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, the Congo needs dreams
Our and triggers our enemies pullin'
On women and children

It wasn't no killers who mixed up the coke
And put in our buildings 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 those who killed the king, who the Christ
The same regime, what God has you never can break
What God has you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a dog, your kennel is waiting
You will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,