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, that 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 of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm me
Smoke kush, transport to the
found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him he asked for
Goddammit, it's a motherfucking
Small bribe, made it back into
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the
animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
Brought gas and the matches to it up
Michael might go psycho
On any or rival
Born Black, that's dead on
My job is to for survival
In of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

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

Brave men didn't die down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the 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 your phone and now have a file on
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be
Fuckers, the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with the best took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the
I might ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing
Don't weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm and stuff
We a good crew to with, better to love

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