Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on trey
And to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the
homicide
For stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
From stray
with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When Malik get a U-Haul
I stand five, foot seven, in of the party
And scam like Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
It's the borough dread
for dolo
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, still feel than before
With jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the nigga up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for
it back, on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or ass is found slain
I overcome, want styles then 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 perpetrate in this

Ya leave missing in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never 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 the seams
Niggas didn't play like and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I down on they heads like drum machines
Or cause 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 of course
I you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the I got so much pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make niggas stop 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 want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Rushmore
OK kid, you my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack your up against the wall
playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull 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 fruit chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's like a whole world
a train honeydip and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
Cause he know the like I know the time
When I the microphone
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the up outta here