Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and 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 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 things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary will blast
And totally surpass the
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, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just clip into my AK
em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
It's 187 on don't stop
as I bust there'll be no debate
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 in Hollywood
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game 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 homies doing time
In the pen and the county
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the 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 call him 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, then 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