Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on trey
And to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the insane
For gain, niggas is slain on the train
It's
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
From stray
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your
ya know my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than
With this jazz I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
it back, on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Noid
Get on the mic and in this void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their dads in the
My style like an old mac, travel round and wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real of the ill shit, kid
I do mad but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose
Flavor me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Come
[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
Pull a metal chair out my across your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I guess believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the I got so much pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount
OK kid, you my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm your particular
that you want
I sit back and a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack your up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I your last breath
Niggas better they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
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 want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch squirrel
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
Cause he know the time like I know the
When I grab the
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the up outta here