Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For gain, niggas is slain on the train
It's
For stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the Philly borough
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, still colder than before
With this shit I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
Surely real to the core, old like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want then I throw you some
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and catch
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but styles they bore
Got to know the real of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I boosted
From the store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off the seams
Niggas didn't like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I guess believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, lyrics high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an infected Glock blast
Niggas know my style, they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount
OK kid, you my style is buckwild literature
That you can get when I'm thinkin your particular
that you want
I sit back and a fat blunt in class
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
your head up against the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull wreck
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and rhymes
know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth white owl
Blunts, so whatcha if you got beef then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's like a whole world
a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I grab the
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta