Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
one life, one love, so there can only 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 them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they 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 for you to start 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 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they came 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 these scenes by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best become 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"