Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's 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 outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No from this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now call 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 a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's the cops 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
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We smoke em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done