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 though
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the 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, murder schemes, thirty-two
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 be one King
The highlights of living, style roll dice in linen
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV 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 flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't 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 sleep is the of death"
"I the type 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 ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island 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 pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best friends strangers, word up

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