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 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 Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
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, twenty G bets I'm them
I'm sending them, Lex with 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, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start 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 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 of brother made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard 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 something told 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 cops
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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