Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, like Van Damme
So any that 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 no set tripping
'Cause Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you know you're
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this mention of
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
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, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the life that I to lead
I guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
as I bust 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 the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
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 my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's the cops crazy
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha don't see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking 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 four peace Doggy Dogg's done