Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

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

1: Game]
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out as I in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole Israel and Palestine
All this world news, all these bodies
All these kids dying, the of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got and them cannons loaded up
Got Xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a
You hear gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to in
Raise the Christian, kill you for kids as victims
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor
I feed a village by myself nigga Compton

[Hook: Stacy (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)

[Verse 2:
What if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70
down Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 in the eagle
And one, Donald Sterling hopped 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 every fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of Sudan
Carryin' bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, and my crew deep
We purge for the families, they deaths ain't in now
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot plane down
298 lives severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the without cops harrasing
Mike Brown walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past
I hope his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin
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 with this luger
Cause I'm probably more Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', my nigga Pac was livin'
But he victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up King
We tore up the nigga, purge
Or just stand there J. Cole 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 death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop fightin' 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!