Luyện nghe bài hát The Purge

[Intro: Stacy
We are dying, we are
Are we gonna Are we gonna die?
We are

1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my
the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and
All this world news, all dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm ink, I get a call from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons up
Got them and that lean in my cup
These politician's can up missin', I'm on a mission
You them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by nigga Compton comin'

[Hook: Stacy (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a
(Sometimes I wanna)

2: Game]
What if we ran through Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 in the eagle
And shot one, Donald hopped in his Benz
I got one, beam on the back of his
Palm sweaty on the of the chrome
That's my
So we purge Sandusky, purge
Purge every fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew
We purge for the families, deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot plane down
298 innocent severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to
And so we

[Verse 3:
going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past
I hope his tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with German luger
I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop
Murder all the cops, the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', my nigga Pac was livin'
But he victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney
We tore up the nigga, purge
Or stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!