Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
on deuce trey
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
It's
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
From stray
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your
Niggas ya 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 caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the Philly dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my
the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz shit I hit 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 like eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
it back, on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain
I overcome, niggas want styles 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 void

Ya leave niggas missing in like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and catch
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no
Wack MC's wanna flex but their they 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 that I just
the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off the seams
Niggas didn't like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat on they heads like drum machines
Or cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I you're believin that I'm insane
I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they they want more
Props Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
that you want
I sit back and a fat blunt in class
can kiss 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, Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas my slogan while I breathe your last breath
better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggas my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
fruit salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then get it
If ya don't well forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause Jeff could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask brother
he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the up outta here