Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on deuce
And used to boost Kangol's
555 Soul's from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
homicide
For wealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
remain 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 like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the Philly dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than
this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found
I overcome, want styles then I throw you some
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 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 no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit I just boosted
From the store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, heads off from the seams
didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you the pain 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 much soul, lyrics high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS Glock blast
Niggas my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get I'm thinkin 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, never take a bad
Smack your head up the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull wreck
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got then come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth
cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you know better ask brother question
Cause he know the time like I the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the up outta here