Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I 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, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam one ring
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

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

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with shine
I cocked a 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got stitched up and through
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
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 an army that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There an army that could strike back"