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 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, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 gleam from one ring
Yo let me let niggas know 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, G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV the minimum
Ill sex
Party villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack 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 on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
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 cause they ain't shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start 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, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of made for you to start 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
in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint
Across the street you was
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when pay me time
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came me my name, what the fuck
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 watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear 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, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends strangers, word up

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