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 gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
Niggas can't 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 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
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Row, rolling like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No from 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
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the ball bounce 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 dead pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
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
It's 187 on don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
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
at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a black thing
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 motherfucking D.O.C.
You you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done