Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our
Went to war with the and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a tan
So high now, hoping I land
On a Thai stick, moving Thailand
On the radio, a plane hijack
Government be in debt they cook crack
I move in a of conspiracies
no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the
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
animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
Brought gas and the matches to it up
Militant Michael go psycho
On any or rival
Born Black, dead on arrival
My job is to for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white

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

Brave men didn't die face in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your 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 books up and bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with the best ever the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to
I got firm clutch on the grip and the
I might ghost a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin full-thrust
flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm and stuff
We a crew to fuck with, better to love

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