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 niggas 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
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two 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 dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with 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, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the Benz
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 ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start 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 type of made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
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 yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the that same 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 these scenes by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And friends become strangers, word up

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