Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rex with fat tracks that fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a 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 stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell 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 learn
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
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 dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the life that I to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just another into my AK
em down with my underground tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead
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 flip and you're to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
Sent to row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the jail
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't nothing but a black bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
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 stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done