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
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, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
There's one life, one love, so can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas roll dice in linen
spinning 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 semi-tech who it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
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 cause they promised shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

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

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my corner when pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then 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 that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We used to score together, 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 that could 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"