Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
on deuce trey
And used to boost Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the insane
For monetary gain, is slain on the train
homicide
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with tips, for your spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
ya know my style
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the Philly borough
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of
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
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I you some
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in action like dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
Wack MC's wanna but their styles they bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, of ill shit that I just boosted
From the corner when I let loose more
Flavor me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they like drum machines
Or 808's cause my flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so much soul, with lyrics
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For your ass, fat styles
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack head up against the wall
playin handball, my style's 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 hellified beats and hard
Niggas my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit
Like fruit salad, my smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef come get it
If ya don't well forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from like a whole different world
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you wanna better ask brother question
he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up here