Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

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

No from this mention of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
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 what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I to lead
I plead
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down with my underground
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame there's another dead
Laying lain with the shame, who's to
Me, the of Rage
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So and you're bound to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from cell eight

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