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 drunk
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the 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 make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style dice in linen
spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock 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 from Last
Grab your gun it's on
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't right
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass stay on that piranha shit

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin 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 made for you to testing"
"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 sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start testing"

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
Across the street you was
bout 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
was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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