Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For monetary
Niggaz is slain on the
It's for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
Where get grazed in the back
stray shots

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

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of action cam
'Cause I'm low
exquisite rap pro
That get the
the Philly borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo like a nigga that Polo

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

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

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

Ya niggaz missin' in action
their dads in the projects
My style an old mac
Travel and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack MC's wanna
But styles they bore

Got to know the real
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never catch a bid
With my full of ill shit
That I just
the corner store
When I let more

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

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

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

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

Flavor you want
I sit back and
A fat blunt in
Teachers can my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never a bad fall
Smack your up against the wall

Like handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe your last
better watch they step
Fat bull catch

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

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

Most motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

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