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 the truest lie
I him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He at me, he thought about it, was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives of sorrow
And so tomorrow later than usual
Waiting on someone to pity us while we beauty in the hideous
They say money's the 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?
Creating rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more to spill
The of slaves in cotton fields that never heal, what's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are broke
But my language universal they be my quotes
While R&B hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
That my man Louis' statements provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal
up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting gats to you hard
Your firearms are too to box with God
faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no of manhood necessary

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

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

A lot of people understand the true 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, polite (Now who the nicest?)
Not but well behaved
(Chasing death, so we can call ourselves brave?)
Still living like slaves
like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you twice
Hiding like thieves in the night life
Illusions of oasis making you look

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