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 niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
turned 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, out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam one ring
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 dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G I'm winning them
Threats I'm them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to the Henny
Wet any clique, the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I em
Fucking me in the wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last
Grab gun it's on though
is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the Mac it won't spray right
Don't a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on piranha shit

"I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing"
"I never sleep, sleep is the cousin 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 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 you fronting, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, with heat, beats bumpint
the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, him
was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, it got numb
Spun around and shot one, shots and dropped 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, to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my got one
clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely
Be lighting L's Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We to score together, Uptown 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 army that could back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army that could back"
"Y'all my steelo"
"There ain't an army could strike back"