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 played out, get fucked 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
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 one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass stay on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause 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 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 sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with 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 something me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes 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 sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
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 that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an that could strike back"