Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I know til I was drunk though
You niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made 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 Cassius
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
There's one life, one love, so can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style 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 villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"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 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 peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
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
was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
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
Then they came asking me my name, 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 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 I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
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 that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"