Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return from the depths of the
With a gun and a in our waistband
Went to war the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a tan
So high now, that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through
On the radio, heard a hijack
Government be in debt while cook crack
I move in a of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm me
Smoke kush, to the airport
found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I him what he asked for
Goddammit, a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it into 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 go psycho
On any or rival
Born Black, that's on arrival
My job is to for survival
In of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with.
This is not a fight that you have been dealing with and blood
But this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean
(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 booth and back to not on you
You think baby killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me Nah, buddy, I've 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 star, I'm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, bother to touch
I got clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin full-thrust
Don't weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, to love

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