Luyện nghe bài hát Theives in The Night

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," my man Louis
I agreed, what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we 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 are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow later than usual
Waiting on someone to pity us we finding beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I tell
You know I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate ill?
Creating crime to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more 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
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the of thought
That my man Louis' statements just
Caught up, in conversations of our worth
up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival means, busting gats to prove you hard
firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is
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 death, so we can call ourselves brave?)
living like mental slaves
Hiding thieves in the night from life
of oasis making you look twice
Hiding thieves in the night from life
Illusions of making you look twice

Yo, I'm sure everybody out listening agree
That you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out running in place, chasing the
Be a lot going on beneath the smile
Most cats in my area be loving the
Synthesized conceals the interior
America, of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More usually, speaking loudly
Saying nothing, you confusing me, you me
Your game is twisted, me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the cluelessly
Buffoonishly the deception, believe the perception
rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be looking
Looking gassed them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light rarely 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 hold this
Screaming "brand new", when just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi trick
they been running across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressing, there's never no
We either or Kings, we either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual immersed in the perverse
Full of short spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in bursts
The length of black life is treated with short
Get yours first, them niggas secondary
type of illing that be filling up the cemetery
This life is but the soul is eternal
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 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 sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the camera
Most of the things we think, do or say
We chasing after death just to call brave
But everyday, next man meet the grave/Great
I give a damn if any fan recall my
I'm trying to life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

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

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

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