Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get 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 a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets 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 chase the
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

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

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard crazy shine
I a baby 9 that 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, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun 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 went
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's 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 changes
And best become strangers, word up

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