Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga that they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'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 Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned 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 it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from cell block

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 they me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha don't 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 fuck with my DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's