Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on trey
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, where get grazed in the back
From shots
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your
ya know my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the
It's the borough dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of
over my left
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
With this jazz shit I hit jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles I throw you some
you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic and in this void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their dads in the
My style like an old mac, travel round and 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 never 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
didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like machines
Or 808's my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back
Now do you feel the pain of
I you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want
Props Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can never get when I'm your particular
Flavor that you
I sit back and smoke a fat in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never a bad fall
your head up against the wall
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw 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 beats and rhymes
Niggas know my style, I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up fruit chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no on the stage when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'mma snatch squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for
If you wanna know better ask brother
Cause he know the time I know the time
I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, back, to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta