Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, like Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you know outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

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

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
There'll be no
Since it's the that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
Laying lain with the shame, who's to
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the peter man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block peace Doggy Dogg's done