Luyện nghe bài hát Theives in The Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," 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 at me, he thought about it, was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of
And so coming later than usual
on someone to pity us while we finding beauty in the hideous
They say the root of all evil but I can't tell
You know what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, shells, dollar bills
Or is it the that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they
money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal, the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight
But my language universal be reciting my quotes
R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
That my man Louis' just provoked
Caught up, in of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species on the planet Earth
tactics means, busting gats to prove you hard
Your are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood

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

Yo, I'm sure everybody out listening agree
That everything you see really how it be
A lot of jokers out in place, chasing the style
Be a lot going on the empty smile
Most cats in my area be the hysteria
Synthesized surface the interior
America, land of opportunity, and camouflages
More than usually, speaking
nothing, you confusing me, you losing me
Your is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the ranks
Buffoonishly the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be looking
Looking gassed them imported designer shades on
shine bright, but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they call it a slave ship
Strangeness, you control this, you barely hold this
"brand new", when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another Jedi mind trick
That they been running across through all the time with
I find it's distressing, there's no in-between
We either niggas or Kings, we either bitches or
The deadly ritual seems in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and skirts
Long barrel automatics in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with worth
Get yours first, them niggas secondary
type of illing that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the is eternal
the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive cause the power directed
That's why we are subjected to the of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we exciting
Cause the captors own the masters to we writing
Not compassionate, polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, just a game
Not good, but well behaved the camera survey
Most of the things we think, do or say
We chasing after death just to call 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 the true criteria of things
just accept the appearance, have to get the true essence
(They ain't around)

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

Stop hiding, stop hiding, stop yo' face
Stop hiding, hiding, cause ain't no hiding place