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 freak played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 ways I out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam one ring
Yo let me let y'all 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 spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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 of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep 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, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga 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, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got up and went through
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best friends become strangers, up

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