Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged like Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
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 dimension, I'm the presenter
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 burned like
So what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to
I guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
Sent to death row cause I 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 jail
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
But nothing but a black thing 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 homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the peter man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done