Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggas out, get fucked and ate out
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, 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
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
Ill sex
Party villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab your gun on though
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, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that 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, cause sleep is the 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 brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
Across the you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and one, heard shots and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best become strangers, word up

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