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 niggas 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, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
There's one life, one love, so can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll in linen
spinning on Milleniums, twenty 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 who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity 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 who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass stay on that piranha shit

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

I you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
Across the you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the 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 it's pay me
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, 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 Jeep watching all scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love
And best friends become strangers, up

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