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 freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 ways I out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can 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 them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they promised shit
Hungry-ass stay on that piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of 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 never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 type of brother for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my corner 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 shot one, heard and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
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 I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown 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 could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"