Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I know til I was drunk 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, AK spray
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
I'm sending 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 semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
hooligans stay on that 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 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 of brother made 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
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 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 something told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
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 army that strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an that could strike back"