Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the 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 a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam 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 roll dice in linen
spinning 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 to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause 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 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 brother for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep 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, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
they came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
the hospital that same 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 brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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