Luyện nghe bài hát Thieves in the Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man
I agreed, know he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought it, was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is
Our morals are out of place and got our full of sorrow
And so coming later than usual
on someone to pity us while we finding 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 that's
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they
Over money and religion more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that heal, what's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are broke
But my language universal they be reciting my
While R&B hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our worth
Brought up, endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting to prove you hard
Your firearms are too to box with God
Without faith, all of is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of necessary

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

Yo, I'm sure everybody out listening agree
everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of out running in place, chasing the style
Be a lot going on beneath the empty
Most cats in my area be loving the
Synthesized surface conceals the
America, of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More usually, speaking loudly
Saying nothing, you me, you losing me
game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the ranks
accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking
Walking the street, who they be looking past
Looking gassed with imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light stays on
Same song, just remixed, arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a ship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely this
Screaming "brand new", when they just the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever mind trick
That they running across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressing, never no in-between
We either niggas or Kings, we either or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the
Full of short spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel released in short bursts
The length of life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggas
That of illing that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the is eternal
Separate the from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only cause the power ain't directed
That's why we are subjected to the of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just
Cause the captors own the to what we writing
Not compassionate, polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the survey
Most of the that we think, do or say
We after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet the grave/Great
I a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm trying to live life in the sight of memory like that y'all

A lot of people understand the true criteria of things
Can't accept the appearance, have to get the true essence
(They ain't 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?)
Still living like slaves
Hiding like thieves in the night from
Illusions of making you look twice
Hiding like thieves in the from life
Illusions of making you look twice

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