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
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam 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 roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech 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 how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that 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 of brother made for you to start testing"
"I sleep, cause sleep 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 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 you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he on my corner when 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 and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the watching all these 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 severely me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best friends strangers, word up

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