Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to boost Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From stray
Clips with tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
When Malik get a truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the
And scam like Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, cause I'm low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly borough
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
over my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder before
this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the nigga blowin up the on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my 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 I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no
Wack MC's wanna flex but styles they bore
Got to the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill that I just boosted
From the corner when I let loose more
Flavor me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I guess you're believin I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, lyrics high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want
Props from Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
that you want
I sit back and a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never 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 catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up 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 style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay not fade
ask me honey 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 grab the
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta