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, out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius
Red dot plots, murder schemes, shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggas 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, twenty G bets I'm them
Threats I'm sending them, Lex TV sets the minimum
Ill sex
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the
Wet any clique, with the who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I em
Fried with basil, taste 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 niggas in broad daylight
the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised
Hungry-ass stay on that piranha shit

"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 the type of brother made 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, sleep is the cousin of death"
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to 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 in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the with 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 cousin something told me him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got
Spun and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody this biscuit 'fore the cops come
they came asking me my name, what the fuck
I got up and went through
the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, to backtrack
I had to so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these speed by
It was a Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely me?
So when I rhyme sincerely yours
Be L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and changes
And best friends become strangers, up

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