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
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze make a man Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all know one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in
Antera spinning on Milleniums, G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun on though
Shit is grimy, real buck 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 they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans on that piranha shit

"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the of brother made 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 for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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, tinted with heat, beats
Across the you was wilding
Talking how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then came asking 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 so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in halls
Contemplating war niggas I was with before
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends strangers, word up

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