Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was 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, verbal AK
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
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 roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans 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 ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"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 peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked 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 shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
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, 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 Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown 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 floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and 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 that strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"