Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote graffiti as a
on deuce trey
And used to boost Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
homicide
For stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, cause I'm low
exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly borough
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
With this jazz I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps my lungs collapse
Then until my knack for tracks
it back, on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I you some
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in action like dads in the projects
My style an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no
MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just
From the corner store when I let loose
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
Niggas didn't play like and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on heads like drum machines
Or 808's 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 believin that I'm
When I'm taggin my name, the train I got so much pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make niggas drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, plus know they want more
from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can get when I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor you want
I sit back and smoke a fat in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the
playin handball, my style's ill
I slam Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe last breath
Niggas watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and 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 like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then 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 honeydip and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause McKay could not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
Cause he know the time like I the time
I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here