Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged like Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
can't fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, like Van Damme
So any nigga claim they bossing
What don't you bring 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 slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think whooping 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, cell one

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

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
There'll be no
it's the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame another dead pain
Laying lain the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming from the in
taking, no shit
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies 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 streets is all peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a black thing
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll 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 four peace Doggy Dogg's done