Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on trey
And used to boost gray
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
It's
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
From shots
Clips with tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
ya know my style
I run
When Malik get a truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than
With this jazz shit I hit jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old like eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for
Bring it back, on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found
I overcome, niggas want styles 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 missing in action like dads in the projects
My like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will a bid
my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the corner store I let loose more
Flavor that's me, heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads drum machines
Or 808's my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I guess you're that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make niggas stop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat styles
Of an AIDS infected blast
Niggas my style, plus they know they want more
from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack your head up the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw on my arm
Niggas know my while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole
I down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
fruit salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef come get it
If ya don't well forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask brother
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I the microphone
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta