Luyện nghe bài hát Talk to Me

We return from the of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our
Went to war with the Devil and
He wore a bad toupee and a tan
So now, hoping that I land
On a stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, a plane hijack
Government be in debt while cook crack
I move in a world of
no rules, I'm doing 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 motherfucking
Small bribe, it back into America
Hit and maneuvered out the area
animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
Brought gas and the matches to it up
Militant Michael might go
On any or rival
Born Black, that's dead on
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 that you have been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities and doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam muck so I 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 these crooks tap 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, open the up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par the best ever took the gig
I'm a cat, from don dada to dusk, don't 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 rushing full-thrust
Don't weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good I'm smart and stuff
We a crew to fuck with, better to love

I y'all 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 here we go,