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

Get get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is us

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

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

A message to who trapped us up
From Federal who backed them up
We will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we 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 bullets and triggers our pullin'
On innocent women and

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
I'ma pass you a .9, grab your hand come on let's ride
A message to those who the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has you never can break
What God has loved you can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a dog, your kennel 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,