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 kinda lethal
Niggas know, the that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
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
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
There'll be no
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So and you're bound to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell eight

Ayo stepping 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 doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my hand and my 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, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the jail
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha 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 can't fuck with my DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block peace Doggy Dogg's done