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 out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute bitch, I got the gauge out
96 I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the
A glass of 'ze a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so there can be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas roll dice in linen
Antera on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Dragon
Grab gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it spray right
Don't give a who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that shit

"I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin 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 type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death"
"I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the 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 you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that 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, it got numb
around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
they came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and through
Left the hospital that 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 brown Datsun, and yo 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 lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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