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 gray
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the insane
For gain, niggas is slain on the train
It's
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
stray shots
Clips hollow tips, for your spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, 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
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
Surely 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 then I throw you
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in action their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their they bore
Got to know the meaning 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 I let loose more
Flavor that's me, heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I down on they heads like drum machines
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 taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so much soul, lyrics high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, plus they they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
Flavor that you
I sit back and a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice,
de Raw, never take a bad fall
Smack your up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggas watch 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 beat down punks, cut em up fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
Cause he the time like I know the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here