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
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas 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 I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
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, the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they promised shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

"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 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 the type of brother made for you to start 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
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that grave be mine, clanked him
What was he on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this 'fore the cops come
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best become strangers, word up

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