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 niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning 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, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 type of made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep 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
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with shine
I cocked a baby 9 that grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner 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
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got stitched up and through
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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