Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on trey
And used to boost Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
It's
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
ya know my style
I run
Malik 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 cam, cause 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
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder before
With jazz shit I hit your 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 school 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 void

Ya niggas missing 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 styles they bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never catch a bid
my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the store when I let loose more
Flavor me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads drum machines
Or cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back
Now do you feel the of course
I guess you're believin that I'm
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so much soul, with high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want
Props from Mount Vernon, to Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm your particular
Flavor you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the
playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your breath
better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole
I down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you know better ask brother question
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the up outta here