Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your luck low, I didn't til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks 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 of living, Vegas style 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
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha

"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother 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 sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to 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, playing the yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard and dropped son
Caught a hot one, take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
Left the hospital same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme it's yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love 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 army could strike 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"