Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

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

No from this mention of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my form will blast
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 strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, murderer
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 ball where it may
It's just clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't 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 from the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your 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 cops
But ain't 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 motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you fuck with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the motherfucking man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done