Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to boost gray
With 555 from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, is slain on the train
It's
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either remain calm, a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
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
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the borough dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder before
this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my collapse
Then until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit I just boosted
From the corner store I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
Niggas didn't play Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm
I'm taggin 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 Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they they want more
Props Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild
That you can never get when I'm your particular
Flavor that you
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice,
de Raw, never take a bad fall
Smack head up against the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last
Niggas watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the nine
I beat punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got then come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage 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 tenth
Juvenile cause Jeff could not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
Cause he the time like I know the time
When I the microphone
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up outta