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 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 make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The of living, Vegas style roll 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 villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads 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 Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised 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 sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, 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 type of 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 yard with shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this 'fore the cops come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We to score together, Uptown 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 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"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"