Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
From shots
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the borough dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my
the mic, still feel colder than before
With this shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps my lungs collapse
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya niggas missing in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and 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 damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I boosted
From the store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they like drum machines
Or cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the of course
I guess you're that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
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
know my style, plus they know they want more
Props Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin particular
Flavor that you
I sit back and smoke a fat in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam like Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I your last breath
Niggas better watch step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, 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 then get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
he know the time like I know the time
When I the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta