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

Get ready get
This is Prophecy, God is us

I walk the block whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who to arrest us young, benevolent hard heads
and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks
Pour juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth,
fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much 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 freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing to see evil things
away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
looks 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
Lead in your eye, we to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to streets
Queens, even the needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies
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 gon' just stand and you die
I'ma you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride
A to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you can break
What God has you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, kennel is waiting
You devils run back into the caves you came from
that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple,