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 freak 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, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze 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 niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that 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 of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin 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 made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
Across the street you was
bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with shine
I cocked a 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck 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 nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends strangers, word up

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