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 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, out the Range, empty 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
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The highlights of living, style roll dice in linen
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a 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 with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

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

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
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 thug changes, and changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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