Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggas out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, with the who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best become strangers, word up

"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"