Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you bring ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
treachery, my literary form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
Sent to row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't nothing but a black bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you don't
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block peace Doggy Dogg's done