Luyện nghe bài hát Theives In The Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man
I agreed, what he mean because we live 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 answer is
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of
And so tomorrow coming 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 know what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar
Or is it the mindstate ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons build
Over and religion there's 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 the boat of thought
That my man Louis' statements just
Caught up, in conversations of our personal
up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting gats to you hard
firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is
Raise my son, no of manhood necessary

Not (Only aggressive)
Not free (We licensed)
Not compassionate, only (Now who the nicest?)
Not good but behaved
(Chasing after death, so we can ourselves brave?)
living like mental slaves
Hiding like thieves in the night life
Illusions of oasis making you look
Hiding thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you 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 going on beneath the empty
Most cats in my be loving the hysteria
Synthesized conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and
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 accept the deception, the perception
rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be past
Looking gassed with them designer shades on
shine bright, but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slave
Strangeness, you control this, you barely hold this
Screaming "brand new", they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind
they been running across stars through all the time with
I find distressing, there's never no in-between
We niggas or Kings, we either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the
of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short
The length of black life is treated with short
Get yours first, them niggas secondary
That type of that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is
Separate the real from the lie, let me you
Not strong, only aggressive cause the power directed
That's why we are subjected to the will of the
Not free, we licensed, not live, we just exciting
Cause the own the masters to what we writing
Not compassionate, polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's a game
Not good, but well behaved the camera survey
of the things that we think, do or say
We chasing after death just to call ourselves
But everyday, next man meet with the
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 true criteria of
just accept the appearance, have to get the true essence
(They ain't around)

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

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