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 god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist marksman
Hitchcock of since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks
Pour juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to

Till the day we all say may your pain be
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may die easily
Long as perish forevers what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Haircut looks airbrushed and aware of us though
And we give a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle

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

It wasn't no killers who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not 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 the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, God has built you never can break
God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your is waiting
You devils will run into the caves you came from
that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,