Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return from the depths of the
With a gun and a knife in our
Went to war the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I
On a Thai stick, moving through
On the radio, a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook
I in a world of conspiracies
no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the
Customs found a in my passport
Pull cash and I him what he asked for
Goddammit, a motherfucking miracle
bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the
Rhyme animal, terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
Brought gas and the to flare it up
Militant Michael might go
On any or rival
Born Black, that's on arrival
My job is to for survival
In spite of these white folk

is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with.
This is not a fight that you have been with flesh and blood
But is a fight against principalities 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 both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're and sound and these crooks tap your 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 be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and 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 clutch on the grip and the
I might ghost a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing
Don't flash weak to the Shark Tank judge
real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to with, better to love

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