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 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, empty out the
A glass of 'ze 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 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 with TV sets the
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
With the broke Mac it won't right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't 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 made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
up, playing the yard 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 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 take this 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And friends become strangers, word up

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