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 played out, get fucked 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, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, G bets 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 semi-tech who it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, sleep 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 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 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
up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a 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 told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
Left the hospital that 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 nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love 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 an army that could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that strike back"