Luyện nghe bài hát Theives in The Night

"Give me the fortune, the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the lie
I asked him why we the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he about it, was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is
Our morals are out of place and got our lives of sorrow
And so tomorrow later than usual
Waiting on someone to pity us we finding beauty in the hideous
say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
You what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate ill?
crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields never heal, what's the deal?
A lot of who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal be reciting my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the of thought
That my man Louis' just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal
Brought up, through endangered species on the planet Earth
Survival means, busting gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too to box with God
faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of necessary

Not (Only aggressive)
Not free (We licensed)
Not compassionate, only (Now who the nicest?)
Not but well behaved
(Chasing after death, so we can ourselves brave?)
living like mental slaves
Hiding like thieves in the night from
Illusions of oasis making you look
Hiding like thieves in the from life
Illusions of oasis you look twice

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listening
That everything you see really how it be
A lot of jokers out running in place, chasing the
Be a lot on beneath the empty smile
cats in my area be loving the hysteria
Synthesized conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, and camouflages
More than usually, speaking
Saying nothing, you me, you losing me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your
Foolishly, men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking
Walking the street, who they be looking past
Looking gassed with them imported shades on
Stars bright, but the light rarely stays on
Same song, remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slave
Strangeness, you don't this, you barely hold this
Screaming "brand new", when they just the old shit
Suppose it's, another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been running stars through all the time with
I it's distressing, there's never no in-between
We either niggas or Kings, we either bitches or
The deadly ritual seems in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, tempers, and short skirts
barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with worth
Get first, them other niggas secondary
That type of illing be filling up the cemetery
This is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me you
Not strong, only aggressive the power ain't directed
why we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just
Cause the own the masters to what we writing
Not compassionate, only polite, we trained
Our rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the survey
of the things that we think, do or say
We after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, man meet with the grave/Great
I give a damn if any fan my legacy
I'm trying to live life in the sight of God's memory like that

A lot of people don't understand the criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance, have to get the true
(They looking around)

Not (Only aggressive)
Not free (We licensed)
Not compassionate, only (Now who the nicest?)
Not good but behaved
(Chasing after death, so we can call brave?)
living like mental slaves
Hiding like thieves in the night life
Illusions of oasis you look twice
Hiding like thieves in the night life
Illusions of making you look twice

Stop hiding, stop hiding, stop yo' face
Stop hiding, stop hiding, cause no hiding place