Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

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

1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my
Blow the out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' magazine
burn a hole between Israel and Palestine
All this world news, all dead bodies
All these kids dying, the of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got and them cannons loaded up
Got them and that lean in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother fuckers
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
Fuck the
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I a village by myself nigga Compton comin'

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

2: Game]
What if we ran through Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the with pills
And pop one, load 12 in the eagle
And shot one, Donald hopped 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 every mother fucker rapin' in
Purge niggas kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew
We purge for the families, they ain't in vein now
my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
298 lives severed
on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them cops just passed 'em
I'm hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
I hope his mama tears is 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 with this German luger
Cause I'm probably like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably stop
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 up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed,

[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 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!