Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't til I was drunk though
You freak niggas 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, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning 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, the semi-tech who want 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 wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"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 sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin 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 type of brother 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
bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And friends become strangers, word up

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