Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Your low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
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
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one
The highlights of living, Vegas roll dice in linen
spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV the minimum
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas in broad daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

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

I peeped you fronting, I was in the
Sunk in the seat, tinted heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with 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 something told me him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew
The touched me up severely hear me?
So I rhyme 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, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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