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, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But ain't no set
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention this mention of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, 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
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my now they 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 hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
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 fuck with my DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the peter man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's