Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

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

1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my
Blow the candles out as I contemplate in the
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' magazine
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and
All this world news, all these dead
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge
Got machetes and them loaded up
Got them Xany's and that in my cup
These can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, you for these kids as victims
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga comin'

[Hook: Barthe (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)

2: Game]
What if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70
Ridin' Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
Palm sweaty on the back of the
my adrenaline
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, as I got two hands
as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for the families, deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, know who shot that plane down
298 lives severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the stores without cops
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them 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 fuckin badges
2 in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost it
That's why I'm headed to with this German luger
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson than Martin Luther
like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my Pac was livin'
But he victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops up Rodney King
We up the city nigga, purge
Or stand there like 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 understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop fightin' to 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!