Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I 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 when I grip the mic and shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, 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 Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I to lead
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead
lain 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
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one 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 with the that I got
to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all 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 motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you fuck 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
the only 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 four peace Doggy Dogg's done