Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote graffiti as a
on deuce trey
And to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
It's
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And like Uncle Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the Philly borough
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a nigga that Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
over my left
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
With this jazz shit I hit jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
Surely real to the core, old school eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain
I overcome, niggas want then I throw you some
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their in the projects
My like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna but their styles they bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose
that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads drum machines
Or cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I guess you're believin that I'm
When I'm my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with high
To make niggas stop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS infected blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they more
from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack your head up against the
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha if you got beef then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma your squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you wanna know better ask question
Cause he know the time like I the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here