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 niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I out, Montana 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, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who 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 gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 brother made for you to testing"
"I sleep, cause 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 of brother made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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