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
turned 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 Cassius
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
Fried broiled basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
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 on that piranha shit

"I never sleep, 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 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 sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats
Across the you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got up and went through
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best become strangers, word up

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