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
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks 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 style roll dice in
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
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 is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, sleep 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 brother made for you to testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
Across the 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 grave 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, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
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 I rhyme 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 score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and 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 could strike back"