Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
There's one life, one love, so can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

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

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And friends 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 could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could back"