Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return the depths of the badland
a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war the Devil and Shaytan
He a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping I land
On a Thai stick, moving Thailand
On the radio, a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they crack
I move in a world of
Obey no rules, I'm me
Smoke kush, to the airport
Customs found a in my passport
Pull cash and I him what he asked for
Goddammit, it's a miracle
Small bribe, made it into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the
Rhyme animal, pitbull
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go
On any ally or
Black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for
In spite of these white folk

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

Brave men die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap 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 can't be
Fuckers, open the up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with the ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to
I got firm on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick rushing full-thrust
Don't weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to 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 we go, RTJ3