Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
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 kick
Niggas can't fuck
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga claim they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you know outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No from this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
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, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the bounce where it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
Laying 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 flip and you're to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha 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 with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
the motherfucking peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done