Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return from the of the badland
a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a tan
So high now, hoping that I
On a stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane
Government be in debt they cook crack
I move in a world of
Obey no rules, I'm me
Smoke kush, to the airport
Customs found a joint in my
Pull cash and I gave him what he for
Goddammit, it's a motherfucking
Small bribe, made it back America
Hit and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
Brought gas and the to flare it up
Militant Michael might go
On any or rival
Born Black, that's dead on
My job is to fight for
In spite of AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

This is spiritual that you have been dealing with.
This is not a fight that you been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities and doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

men didn't die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I be crushed
Fuckers, open the up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a star, I'm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing
Don't flash weak to the Shark Tank judge
real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good to fuck with, better to love

I told y'all suckers, I y'all suckers.
I y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me.
So we go, RTJ3