Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
on deuce trey
And to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, is slain on the train
It's
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From shots
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggas ya know my
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, cause I'm low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the borough dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like
I never die, and raps my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for
Bring it back, on
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or your ass is found
I overcome, want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Noid
Get on the mic and in this void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their in the projects
My like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but 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 that I just
From the corner store when I let more
Flavor that's me, heads off from the seams
Niggas play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your ka-crack
Now do you feel the of course
I guess believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make niggas stop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS Glock blast
Niggas know my style, they know they want more
from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat 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, Dice Raw on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe last breath
Niggas watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole
I beat down punks, cut em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like owl
Blunts, so whatcha if you got beef then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch squirrel
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay could not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask question
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here