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
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, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let niggas know one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning
I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, 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 wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, niggas buck in broad daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

"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 the type of brother made 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 ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked 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, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital same 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 scenes by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best become strangers, word up

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