Luyện nghe bài hát Thieves in the Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," 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 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 full of
And so tomorrow coming than usual
Waiting on someone to pity us while we finding beauty in the
They say money's the root of all but I can't tell
You know what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new they build
money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton that never heal, what's 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' statements just
up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting to prove you hard
firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is
my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

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

Yo, I'm that everybody out listening agree
everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out running in place, the style
Be a lot going on beneath the smile
Most cats in my area be the hysteria
surface conceals 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 accept the deception, the perception
rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who be looking past
Looking gassed with them designer shades on
Stars bright, but the light rarely stays on
song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a but they won't call it a slave ship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold
"brand new", when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, another clever Jedi mind trick
That they running across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressing, there's no in-between
We either 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 bursts
The of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other secondary
That 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 ain't directed
That's why we are subjected to the will of the
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just
Cause the captors own the masters to we writing
Not compassionate, only polite, we well
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a
Not good, but well behaved cause the camera
of the things that we think, do or say
We chasing after just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the
I a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm trying to live life in the sight of God's like that y'all

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

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

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