Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on deuce
And to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
homicide
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
ya know my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the
And scam like Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the Philly borough
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then until my knack for tracks
it back, on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want then I throw 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 their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles bore
Got to the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the 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 much soul, with lyrics
To make niggas drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS infected blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want
Props from Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
that you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never a bad fall
Smack your up against the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Raw bettin on my arm
know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch
Ill, ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and 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 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 it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma your squirrel
corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you know better ask brother question
Cause he know the time I know the time
When I grab the
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the up outta here