Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin' on deuce
And used to gray Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the insane

For gain
Niggaz is on the train
homicide for wealth
Stealth for crack
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
From stray

Clips with hollow tips for spine
Or either calm
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya my style
I run a rap muk
Malik in a U- Haul truck
I stand, five seven in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
exquisite rap pro
That get the
It's the borough
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' through the of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel than before
this jazz shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

I be the nigga blowin' up the on tour
Surely real to the core, old
Like eighty-four, never die
Raps till my collapse
Then relax, until my for tracks
Bring it on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found

I
Niggaz styles
Then I throw you
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

Ya niggaz missin' in action
Like their dads in the
My like an old mac
Travel and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
Wack wanna flex
But styles they bore

Got to the real meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never will a bid
With my knapsack full of ill
I just boosted
From the store
When I let loose

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off the seams
didn't play
Like and Come Clean
I beat on they heads
drum machines
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack
Across your back ka
Now, "Do you the pain?"
"Of
I guess you're
I'm insane"

When I'm taggin' my
the train, I got so much pride
I got so much soul with high
To make
Stop and roll now
me out one time
For your ass fat styles of an
AIDS Glock Blast

know my style
Plus they know they want
Props from Vernon
To Rushmore
kid, you know my style
Is buck literature
you can never get
When I'm thinkin' your

Flavor that you
I sit and smoke
A fat in class
can kiss my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
Smack head up against the wall

Like handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
know my slogan
While I your last breath
Niggaz watch they step
Fat catch wreck

Ill ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggaz know my style, when I go the nine
I beat down cut 'em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth knowledge
Blunts, so whatcha
If you got beef come get it
If ya don't then forget it

My rap style's
I'm Raw
Like niggaz with no
On the stage when I
I got's ta keep my
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a train dippin
And I'ma snatch squirrel

Most motherfucker
In the tenth
'cause Jeff McKay
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
Like I know the
When I the microphone
It's like
back to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta