Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 ways I made out, way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, G bets I'm winning them
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 flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
broiled with 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 on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
With the 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
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother 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, sleep is the cousin 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 peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and went
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the 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 through, blazing at his crew daily
The touched 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 I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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