Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For gain
Niggaz is slain on the
It's homicide for
Stealth missions for
In the
Where niggaz get grazed in the
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
With in a U- Haul truck
I stand, five seven in command of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the borough
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo like a nigga that boost

Steppin' through the corridor of
over
My shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than
With this shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old
Like eighty-four, I'll die
till my lungs collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
it back on time
When I my rep remain
go against the grain or your ass is found slain

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

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

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

Flavor me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz didn't
Jeru and Come Clean
I down on they heads
Like drum
Or 808's, 'cause my style flows out

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

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

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

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

Like handball
My ill
I slam like Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz watch they step
Fat catch wreck

Ill got's ta you in check
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks cut 'em up into fruit
fruit salad, my style's smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so want
If you got beef come get it
If ya well then forget it

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz no Trojans
On the stage I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from like a whole different world
a train honey dippin
And I'ma snatch your

Most corrupt
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he the time
Like I the time
I grab the microphone
It's summertime
Laid back to
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here