Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
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 style roll in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G 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 who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab 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 fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to 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, sleep is the cousin 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, playing the with crazy shine
I a baby 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 something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got up and went through
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends strangers, word up

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