Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return from the depths of the
With a gun and a knife in our
to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad and a spray tan
So high now, that I land
On a stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane
be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of
Obey no rules, I'm me
Smoke kush, transport to the
Customs found a joint in my
Pull cash and I gave him what he for
Goddammit, a motherfucking miracle
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 on arrival
My job is to for survival
In spite of AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

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

Brave men didn't die face down in the 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 baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me Nah, buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop 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, don't bother to
I got firm clutch on the and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a to the bank
I'm the son of Rick rushing full-thrust
flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to

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