Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin' on trey
And to boost gray Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic

For gain
is slain on the train
It's for wealth
Stealth for crack
In the
niggaz get grazed in the back
From shots

Clips with tips for your spine
Or remain calm
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
Malik in a U- Haul truck
I stand, five foot seven in of the party
And like Uncle Sam

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of action cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
That get the
It's the Philly
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still colder than before
With this shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

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

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

Ya leave niggaz in action
Like their dads in the
My style an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack wanna flex
But their styles they

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never catch a bid
my knapsack full of ill shit
That I boosted
From the store
I let loose more

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off from the
Niggaz didn't
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on they
Like machines
Or 808's, 'cause my style out great

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

When I'm taggin' my
Upon the train, I got so pride
I got so much soul with lyrics
To niggaz
drop and roll now
me out one time
For your ass fat styles of an
infected Glock Blast

Niggaz know my
Plus they know they want
Props from Vernon
To Mount
kid, you know my style
Is buck wild
That you can get
When I'm thinkin' particular

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

Like handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
know my slogan
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz better watch they
Fat bull wreck

Ill got's ta you in check
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggaz my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks cut 'em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth knowledge
Blunts, so want
If you got then come get it
If ya don't well then it

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

Most corrupt
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you know
Better ask Brother

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
I grab the microphone
It's like
Laid to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here