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 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
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 only be one
The highlights of living, Vegas roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
I flaunt 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 Benz
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab your gun on though
is grimy, real 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, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on 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, 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 ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then they came asking me my name, what the
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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