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

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

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

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