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 drunk
You freak niggas played out, get 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 rocks gleam from one
Yo let me let y'all niggas know one
There's one life, one love, so can only 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 sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em
Fried broiled basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz
Can it be from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad
With the Mac it won't spray right
give a fuck who they 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 the type of brother 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, cause sleep is the 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, bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in
Laying up, playing the yard crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me something told me plug him
So dumb, my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops
Then they came asking me my name, the fuck
I got stitched up and went
Left the hospital that 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
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up hear me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with
We used to together, Uptown copping the raw
But uhh, a changes, and love changes
And best become 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 could strike back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could back"