Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on trey
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
From stray
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of action cam, cause I'm down low
exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than
With this shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild
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, with the no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they
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, rippin off from the seams
Niggas didn't play Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads 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 of course
I you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For your ass, fat styles
Of an infected Glock blast
Niggas know my style, they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Rushmore
OK kid, you my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
that you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
your head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggas my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth white owl
Blunts, so whatcha if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from like a whole different world
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you know better ask brother question
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta