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 played out, get fucked 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, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
Threats I'm 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
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's 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 in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 of brother made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
they came asking 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
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, 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 strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"