Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin on deuce
And to boost gray Kangol's
555 Soul's from the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth for crack
In the alleyways, niggas get grazed in the back
stray shots
Clips with tips, for your spine or
remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When get a U-Haul truck
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And like Uncle Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the Philly dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, feel colder than before
With jazz shit I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like
I never die, and raps my lungs collapse
Then relax until my for tracks
it back, on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and 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 like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but styles they bore
Got to the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never catch a bid
With my knapsack, of ill shit that I just boosted
the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Come
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads drum machines
Or 808's cause my flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I guess 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 drop and roll, now check me out one
For your ass, fat styles
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, they know they want more
Props from Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your
Flavor that you
I sit back and smoke a fat in class
can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam like Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your breath
better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the nine
I down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask brother
Cause he know the time like I know the
When I the microphone
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up outta