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 drunk
You freak played 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, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to 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 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 made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when 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 and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got up and went through
Left the hospital that night, what
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 Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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