Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk 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, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A of 'ze make 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 niggas know one thing
one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the
Way out of formation, horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray
give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on 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, cause sleep is the of death"
"I the type of brother made for you to start testing"
"I never sleep, cause 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 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 bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, the yard with crazy shine
I a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the come
Then came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
That clown nigga's through, at his crew daily
The 'Bridge me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all in project halls
war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, copping the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And friends become strangers, word up

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