Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't til I was drunk though
You freak played out, get fucked 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, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity Last Dragon
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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 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, tinted heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
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 it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug 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 biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
was in the Jeep watching 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 touched me up severely hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best friends become strangers, up

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