Luyện nghe bài hát Theives in The Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean we live the truest lie
I asked him why we the law of the bluest eye
He at me, he thought about it, was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives of sorrow
And so tomorrow coming later usual
Waiting on someone to us while we finding beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't
You know what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, bills
Or is it the mindstate that's
Creating rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and 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 are straight broke
But my language universal they be reciting my
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we the boat of thought
That my man Louis' statements just
Caught up, in conversations of our worth
Brought up, through endangered 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 that is
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 slaves
Hiding like in the night from life
Illusions of making you look twice
Hiding like thieves in the night from
Illusions of oasis making you look

Yo, I'm sure everybody out listening agree
That 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 be loving the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the
America, of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More usually, speaking loudly
Saying nothing, you me, you losing me
Your is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be past
Looking with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light stays on
song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't it a slave ship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely this
Screaming "brand new", when just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever mind trick
That they been across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressing, never no in-between
We either niggas or Kings, we bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short
Long barrel automatics released in bursts
The length of black life is with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggas
That type of illing that be filling up the
This life is temporary but the is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me you
Not strong, only aggressive cause the power directed
That's why we are to the will of the oppressive
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 rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well cause the camera survey
Most of the things we think, do or say
We after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, man meet with the grave/Great
I give a damn if any fan my legacy
I'm to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

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

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

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