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 niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 ways I made out, way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, 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 highlights of living, Vegas style 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, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
broiled 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
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, playing the yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my when it's 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 one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
they came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
the hospital that same night, what
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 in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best become strangers, word up

"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an that could strike back"
"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"