Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

[Intro: Barthe]
We are dying, we are
Are we die? Are we gonna 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' Time
Tryna burn a between Israel and Palestine
All this news, all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from Irv
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do like a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and cannons loaded up
Got them Xany's and that in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for kids as victims
the system
You give a kid 30 and think 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' down Rodeo in the Chevy with
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the
And shot one, Donald Sterling in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my
So we purge Sandusky, purge
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew
We purge for the families, they deaths in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who that plane down
298 innocent lives
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to
And so we

[Verse 3:
going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in tense
I hope his mama is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his
'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear 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
all the cops, then the cops will 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 tore up the nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my 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 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!