Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash 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 hood when we up to no
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think about 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 outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned like
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying lain 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 to get dropped
It's 187 on don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
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 know you can't with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done