Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on trey
And used to gray Kangol's
555 Soul's from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, is slain on the train
homicide
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
When Malik get a U-Haul
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the borough dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that boost
Steppin through the corridor, of
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than
With this jazz shit I hit jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
Surely real to the core, old like eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain
I overcome, want styles then I throw you some
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic and in this void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like dads in the projects
My like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
Wack wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I boosted
From the corner when I let loose more
that's 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 heads like 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 of course
I guess you're believin I'm insane
I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much pride
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 infected blast
Niggas my style, plus they know 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 thinkin particular
Flavor you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack your head up the wall
playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw on my arm
know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas my style, when I go the whole nine
I down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause Jeff could not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
Cause he know the time I know the time
When I the microphone
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up here