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 though
You freak played 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, verbal AK
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
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 dice in linen
spinning 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 case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want 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
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, niggas buck 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, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"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 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 type of made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
Across the you was wilding
bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with 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 something me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in 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 army could 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 strike back"