Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was though
You freak played out, get fucked and ate out
turned 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 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 can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
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 I lace em
broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass 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, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"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 sleep is the 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, tinted with heat, bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 nigga grave be mine, clanked 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, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and 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 Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best become strangers, word up

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