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 wore a bad and a spray tan
So high now, hoping I land
On a Thai stick, moving Thailand
On the radio, heard a hijack
Government be in debt they cook crack
I move in a world of
no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the
Customs a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I him what he asked for
Goddammit, it's a miracle
bribe, made it back into America
Hit and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull
Rap terrorist, terrorize, it up
gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go
On any ally or
Born Black, dead on arrival
My job is to for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white

This is spiritual that you have been dealing with.
This is not a fight that you have been with flesh and blood
But this is a fight 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 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 get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the up and stop 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, bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the
I ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin full-thrust
Don't flash shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and
We a crew to fuck with, better to love

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