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 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, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
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 highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV 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 horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

"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 the type of brother 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 type of made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard 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 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 biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best become strangers, word up

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