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 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, verbal AK
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
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 them
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, with the who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who 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, cause 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 the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a 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 something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends strangers, word up

"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"
"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"