Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on deuce
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For gain, niggas is slain on the train
It's
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the Philly dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
With jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
Then relax until my knack for
it back, on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles 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 leave niggas missing in action like their in the projects
My style an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill 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 never will a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just
From the corner store I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like machines
Or cause my style flows 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 you're that I'm insane
I'm taggin my name, upon the train 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 infected Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they 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 kiss my ass, I'm twice,
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, 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 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 like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth
Juvenile Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you wanna better 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 Noid
I'm the fuck up here