Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was though
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I 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
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
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, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
Don't a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't shit
hooligans stay on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause 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 of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I the type 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
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 me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And friends 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 ain't an army could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an that could strike back"