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

Get ready get
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 hard
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of since Big Pop departed
The project is still salute the dead, glocks spit
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 to gain

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

A to those 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 we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our bullets and our enemies pullin'
On innocent women and

It wasn't no ghetto killers who up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not cry
And I'm not gon' just and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma your hand come on let's ride
A to those who killed 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 ruthless dog, kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,