Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

[Intro: Stacy
We are dying, we are
Are we gonna die? Are we gonna
We are

1: Game]
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the out as I contemplate in the dark
ashes on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between and Palestine
All world news, all these dead bodies
All kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's like a shotty
Got machetes and them loaded up
Got them Xany's and lean in my cup
These can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for kids as victims
Fuck the
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself Compton comin'

[Hook: Barthe (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, some times I gotta
(Sometimes I wanna)
living on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)

[Verse 2:
if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the Chevy with
And pop one, 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling in his Benz
I got one, beam on the of his dome
sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my
So we purge Sandusky, purge
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South
babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, and my crew deep
We for the families, they deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas who shot that plane down
298 innocent severed
on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the stores without cops
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same cops just 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in tense
I hope his mama tears is like acid to fuckin badges
2 in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson this German luger
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela Martin Luther
More like Ice T Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my nigga Pac was
But he fell victim to the Rampart Division,
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up King
We tore up the nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!