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 like whatever god, my message to feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, hard heads
Abrochrombie and rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop
The project logic is still the dead, glocks spit
some 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 your be champagne
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die
Long as they perish what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing 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 airbrushed and aware of us though
And we don't a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle

A message to those who us up
From Federal guys who backed up
We will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to
of us been locked up inside the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton
Queens, even the Congo dreams
Our bullets and our enemies pullin'
On women and children

It wasn't no ghetto killers who up the coke
And put in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry
And I'm not gon' just stand and you die
I'ma pass you a .9, grab your hand come on let's ride
A to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, God has built you never can break
What God has loved you can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is
You devils will run back into the caves you from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see race won
yours, Street's Disciple, revelations