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 out, get fucked 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
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all niggas one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
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 sets the
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads 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 Vanity from Last
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the of brother 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
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 speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with 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 could back"
"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 an army that could strike back"