Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them like a real 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 some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you you're outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

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

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
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 block

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your 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 nothing but a black thing
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 my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the motherfucking man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done