Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, 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 when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't with
So I go hardcore, and slam
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga claim they bossing
What you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk the hood when we up to no good
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think about whooping some ass, but the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, from my 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 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 and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

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

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes the game that 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
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't nothing but a black thing
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
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
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Dogg's done