Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
It's
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where get grazed in the back
From shots
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly dread
for dolo
I bag solo, a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
over 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 nigga up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it son
Raw, the motherfuckin Wild 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, round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
MC's wanna flex but their styles they 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 that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
Niggas didn't like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I guess believin that I'm insane
When I'm my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat styles
Of an infected Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus know they want more
Props Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin particular
that you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
your head up against the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat catch wreck
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and rhymes
know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef come get it
If ya don't then forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no on the stage when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause McKay could not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
Cause he know the time I know the time
I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here