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 out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the out
96 ways I out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
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, style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start 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 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 cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun and shot one, heard 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 stitched up and through
Left the hospital that same night,
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck 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 through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
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 army that could back"