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

Get get prepared
is Prophecy, God is with us

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

Till the day we all say may your pain be
Then we all away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish 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 rarest cuts on some pretty shit
Haircut airbrushed 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
Federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we and tough
in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to streets
Queens, the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and our enemies pullin'
On innocent women and

It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the
And put guns in our 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 loved you never can hate, man 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,