Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

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