Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But no set tripping
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from mention of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
treachery, my literary form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since the life that I choose to lead
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame another dead pain
lain 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 bound to get
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
It's Rage, from cell eight

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
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, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's the cops crazy
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I don't 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 with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's