Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

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

"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother 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 sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin 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 with heat, beats
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the watching all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best friends strangers, word up

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